NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Dead Body Politic - full transcript
In Sherman Oaks, a neighborhood within Los Angeles, a man dies on impact in a hit-and-run traffic incident; a videotape shows that the killing was deliberate; the victim was Clay, a member of the staff of Monica, an atypical candidate running for the US Senate; Granger and G agree that, if the death is related to the campaign, then it's a matter of national security, so Callen and company investigate. Kensi and Deeks visit Clay's pad, where they find a clue; G and Sam visit the campaign headquarters, where they chat with Monica, and where a campaign worker hands them a disturbing clue; Kensi goes undercover as the replacement for Clay; Eric and Nell find a lead, and G and Sam pursue it; Kensi goes with Monica into the field, where a sniper opens fire; Kensi puts Monica on the deck; Monica decides to withdraw; Hetty takes a fresh look at the circumstances; the team figure out the puzzle, and Kensi nails the person responsible; Monica resumes her campaign.
Well, of course it's important.
I wouldn't call you
if it wasn't.
Just tell me what it is.
No, I cannot tell you.
I need to talk to her myself.
Well, I tried seeing her
in the office today.
You did?
Yes, in the afternoon,
but the office
was just too crazy.
I don't know what to tell you.
Look, look, I have an idea,
all right?
Why don't you pass her
your phone, all right?
She's right next to you.
Tell her it's me, Clay.
Okay. Let me get her.
Just try, man.
Tom, I really need
to talk to Monica.
It's important.
All right.
One pepperoni slice
and one mushroom slice, please.
All out of pepperoni.
What?
What are you talking about?
Oh, no, I'm in
a pizza place.
Um, isn't that pepperoni
right there?
Oh, I'm saving that
for my dinner later.
Okay, then.
Um, two mushroom slices, please.
Oh. We're all out of that, too.
You know what?
Forget it, then.
I'm kidding, man.
Hey, I'm kidding!
Dude.
Well, don't go posting
nothing on Yelp.
My boss reads that stuff.
Did I tell you I hate
this neighborhood?
Tell me about it.
It's like a freaking war zone.
No kidding.
Uh, you still there?
Yeah, I'm still here.
I'm just a little paranoid.
Hey, Clay.
It's Monica.
What's the problem?
♪ NCIS: LA 4x04 ♪
Dead Body Politic
Original air date on October 23, 2012
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Oh, bugger.
Everything okay, Hetty?
Yes, yes, Ms. Jones.
I'm fine.
I just can't seem to get
my heart rate up anymore.
Up?
You're trying to get
your heart rate up?
I've been on
this bike
for an hour, and my heart rate
is still a 32.
You're kidding. 32?
Michael Phelps'
resting heart rate is 32.
So is Serena's.
You know, if you
just, uh, increase
the resistance...
Yeah.
What are you listening to?
Reagan's "Evil Empire" speech.
You work out
to Ronald Reagan?
I find political discourse
exhilarating, Mr. Hanna.
Of course, if
you really want
something invigorating,
I recommend
Thomas Jefferson's
first inaugural address.
Hetty, you're a total
political junkie.
Junkie... is such a...
an unflattering term,
Ms. Jones.
Well, are you planning to watch
tonight's presidential debate?
If I happen to be
in front of a television.
Okay, well, time to go.
Duty calls.
Tell Serena I love her.
What the heck? I was just
bonding with Hetty.
No, you weren't.
Yes, I was.
You just sabotaged me.
I just saved you.
You do not discuss
politics with Hetty.
That's ridiculous.
Best advice
Eric ever gave you.
Oh, come on.
So you guys never bring up...
Nope.
No.
You never discuss an article
that you've read?
Never.
Okay, you never talk
about a congressman's
sex scandal and...
Nell, the last
person who got
into a political
debate with Hetty
ended up retired
on disability.
I hear he's
back on solids.
Granger.
Thought he was back in DC.
Not anymore.
He's in Ops.
A voice mail? Really?
Yeah. Could've sent ravens.
I could use ravens.
Come dressed as Jon Snow.
Then I'm Khaleesi
with the dragons.
What are they talking about?
Something about birds
and dragons.
Could be code
for something
totally different,
knowing those two.
Yo, easy, Wonder Twins.
You're scaring the old folks.
No...
Who you calling old?
What?
I'd choose your next words wisely.
I don't... obviously,
I don't mean old.
I mean older,
and I don't mean that
from a physical standpoint,
because, obviously, you're...
I mean that from
a metaphysical standpoint
because you have a much more
mature spirit than...
Ah.
Are you thinking what I
think you're thinking?
Yeah-- push-ups.
Mm-hmm.
What do you mean, "push-ups"?
No. No.
What's-what's...
why push-ups?
Oh, God, really? Push-ups?
Yeah.
And when I say push-ups,
I mean big-boy push-ups.
No knees.
Okay, the only person
who does push-ups
on their knees
is Gran... ger.
Assistant Director Granger,
good morning, sir.
Morning.
A traffic camera
caught this accident
in Hollywood last night.
Who was he?
Clay Everhurst.
Paramedics who responded
said he died on impact.
Was he military
or former military?
He worked
for Monica Tenez.
She's running
for U.S. Senate.
Ah. Former social worker.
She supports
the Occupy movement,
she's a children's rights
activist
and runs an organization
that feeds the homeless.
So, for those sick
of politicians,
Tenez is the real deal.
Okay, thank you
for the Profile in Courage,
but why is a hit-and-run
a case for NCIS?
Eric, play the video again,
this time ten seconds earlier.
That was not an accident.
We need to find out if
Clay's murder is related
to Tenez's campaign.
If it's not, it will be
handed over to the LAPD.
If it is, it's an issue
of national security.
What do we know
about the SUV?
It was reported stolen
an hour before he
was run down.
Facial Rec's a bust.
Driver's face is obscured.
Victim lived alone
in a house on Arden.
Kens, why don't you
take Deeks and check out
Clay's house.
Sam and I will pay Tenez a visit.
Done.
Hi. How are you?
Remember to vote.
Remember to vote.
You know, that's okay.
I can definitely walk
to the curb from here.
- Thanks.
- Hi.
Hello.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi.
I just, uh, couldn't help
but notice that you
two look very, uh...
Young.
I was going to say informed
because of all the pamphlets.
I wanted to know if maybe
you wanted to educate me
on the issues later or if...?
Oh. Educate you
on the issues?
Those are two women
who are very passionate
about the
democratic process.
Besides, did you see how
they strategically placed
those eagle pins?
Okay, that...
Just landing...
God, that's beautiful.
That is our
nation's symbol
that you just landed
on their shirt.
I know. What a country.
All right, you're up.
You know what?
Be my guest.
What are you
talking about?
You pick locks.
That's, like, your thing.
See, I am all for the pursuit
of happiness, but there is
no way that I am bending over
in front of you today.
Take it.
Not too shabby.
So, we got photos
with Clay's family,
him and his buddies,
and there it is-- the money shot
with Candidate Tenez.
He should have
had her sign it.
I mean, what if she
becomes president one day?
How happy does he look
in that photo?
Surprisingly so. Why?
Because Clay
was looking to jump ship.
He was updating
his résumé.
And writing cover letters,
which no one does for fun.
Would Clay leave the campaign
because Tenez
was slipping in the polls?
Maybe his planning to quit had
something to do with his murder.
Or maybe he knew
something about her
that he couldn't stomach.
Something that ended up
getting him killed.
You can sit over here
while you wait.
We're good. Thanks.
Ms. Tenez may be a while.
We don't mind standing.
I think everyone would be
a lot less nervous
if you sat down.
Okay.
Thank you.
I don't need to sit.
Old people need to sit.
Not worried about
these push-ups, are you?
Who does Deeks think
he is, calling us old?
We're not old; we're wise.
We're sophisticated.
We are...
Wearing mics.
Right.
Okay, Eric.
Button cam, my 10:00,
guy in the red tie.
That's Jack Caldwell.
He's Tenez's
campaign manager.
He's won 90%
of the campaigns he's managed
and is universally disliked
by his opponents.
Who's the woman?
Rebecca Collins.
She heads up Tenez's
fund-raising campaign.
Must be security
detail for Tenez.
Who's the guy
in the blue suit?
Uh, which one?
The, uh,
good-looking one.
Oh. Him.
Andrew Ryan.
Head of security.
Gentlemen.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
We are reeling over
what happened to Clay.
Is it true what
the LAPD told us?
That he was murdered?
We believe so.
Can you think
of anyone
who may have wanted
to hurt him?
No. Everybody loved Clay.
He was always
pitching in,
always staying late,
never wanting
to take any credit for it.
The morning I
opened this office,
he was sitting on the doorstep.
I gave him the job.
What did he actually do here?
Clay mailed receipts
to our donors.
You know what
everyone here does?
Oh, yeah, and I
know their names.
Every person out
there is either
a volunteer or getting
paid practically nothing,
so it's the least I can do.
When was the last time
you saw Clay?
Here, uh, yesterday.
He wanted to talk to me,
but I was very busy.
And then he called last night,
and when they handed me
the phone, he wasn't there.
What time was that?
Around...
9:30 or so.
Oh, my God.
Do you have any enemies,
Ms. Tenez?
Have you read my platform?
I'm trying to change
the conversation
in the country.
There are a lot of people
who wish I would just go away.
This must be tough
on your staff.
Well, it doesn't help
that I'm getting
my ass kicked in the polls.
But it was kids like Clay
that keep me going.
I could never forgive myself
if my campaign
was responsible for his death.
Not your typical
politician.
That's a good reason
to vote for her.
Um, excuse me.
I'm Lisa.
Clay and I worked together.
He came to me
yesterday,
pretty scared about something
he found in the mail.
I didn't want to show it to
you in front of everyone.
He asked me to hold on to it,
but I told him
to give it to Monica.
If I'm not mistaken,
there's a political theme
to these five photographs,
Ms. Jones.
Yes, they are all
running for U.S. Senate.
Right.
Thanks.
Political junkie.
FBI just kicked it up a gear.
They're alerting each
of the candidates,
but our prime focus
is still Tenez.
Any luck finding the envelope
the photographs were sent in?
No one can find it,
but they're still looking.
Well, let's start
by figuring out
what these five candidates
have in common. Okay?
If these are your targets,
why kill a staffer?
And why make it
look like an accident?
That's hardly
a bold political statement.
Well, maybe Clay knew
something about all this
and somebody wanted
to shut him up.
Perhaps the hit list wasn't the
only thing he found in the mail.
I left DC to
escape politics.
Owen...
you can't escape politics.
You either play or get played.
Speaking of, we should talk
to Tenez's opponent.
Senator Osborne.
Among dirty politicians,
he is the lowest of the low.
I thought you didn't
take sides, Henrietta.
I don't.
But I can still
call a spade a spade.
Clay found this
in the mail yesterday?
We think this is why
he wanted to meet with you.
Why didn't he just
bring it to us?
That's a good question.
Are you suggesting
he didn't trust us?
We're suggesting
you ramp up security.
Not necessary.
Just until we get
a handle on this.
Any new information,
you let us know.
Until then,
it's not necessary.
You're being territorial.
That makes you
a liability in the field.
Thanks for advising us
of the threat.
We'll take it from here.
Okay, you guys
need anything else?
Ticktock.
Yes.
Access to your
campaign's servers.
Give us a week
to filter our e-mails.
Can you do it sooner than that?
Big guy's funny.
All right, Monica,
we got to get you
outside in front
of those cameras
to change the headline, stat.
All right? We can't afford
to have you look vulnerable
before the election.
Okay.
Thank you.
For everything.
Right back to work.
You'd think people on his
staff get murdered every day.
So great to see you.
Yeah, appreciate it.
All right, take care.
Senator Osborne!
In the flesh!
Always a pleasure to
meet a constituent.
Hi.
Oh, you want a photo?
Come on over. Yep.
I'm actually...
All right, Diane,
would you do me a favor?
Absolutely.
All right, here you go.
All right, smile.
Look up. Don't be shy.
Ugh.
There you go. Hey.
Anybody ever tell you
you've got Ike's jawline?
You'd make a heck
of a candidate.
Yeah, no, I'm not
much into shaking hands.
Lot of passing
back and forth of germs.
Well, doesn't matter
with that head of hair.
You're like a wild stallion.
Well, who's this little filly?
Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.
Ooh, feisty one, huh?
Bet she's a lot of fun
when the lights go down.
Your reputation
precedes you, Senator.
I'm a national treasure, honey.
I feel like
that every time
the voters of
California reelect me.
All right, let me guess
why you're here.
Uh, this is about
my opponent, yes?
Such a shame what
happened to that boy
who worked
on her staff.
And now there's
this-this hit list.
What hit list?
Oh, that was almost convincing.
How do you know
about the hit list
if it hasn't been
released to the public?
Very hard to keep secrets
in this game.
And, of course, you had
nothing to do with it?
Why would I need to?
I am beating Monica Tenez
in double digits
in every demographic
in this state.
And you want
to know why?
Enlighten us.
She's too nice.
Same reason people
like her so much
is the thing that's gonna
just ruin her in politics.
Okay, so who is
behind the hit list?
I don't know.
Uh, maybe the guy who was
sleeping with her, perhaps.
Oh, just a theory.
That was cynical,
even for a politician.
Son, I have been through
so many elections
that I have seen it all.
There's nothing
that surprises me anymore.
All right. Let's go and leave
the senator to his baby-kissing.
Well, let's not
get emotional about it.
Doesn't really matter anyway.
Wait, why doesn't it
matter anyway?
A little birdie told me
that Tenez is planning
to drop out of the race.
Save face because she's
losing so big, I imagine.
I don't really
blame her.
I mean, you know
what they say:
Politics ain't for
the faint of heart.
Yeah, okay.
All right, troops,
let's go!
What a pig.
I don't know.
Called me a stallion.
Is that what
you're telling yourself?
'Cause what I heard
was that you have a horse face.
No. Ike was good-looking, right?
Like, in his youth,
in a Supreme Commander,
five-star general kind of way?
I mean, that was
a compliment, right?
If it was meant to
be a compliment,
he would've said
you look like JFK.
What a pig.
Osborne versus Tenez
truly has become
something of a nationwide
focal point.
A lot of resources
being poured into the state
by both sides,
as each tries to...
What did we miss?
Tenez is about
to start.
Pull up a chair.
Never a dull moment
in an election.
My campaign suffered
a terrible loss last night.
One of my bright young staffers
was killed in
a hit-and-run accident.
But it wasn't an accident.
I've been told
by the authorities
that he was murdered
and that I am also a target.
Yes, I am saddened and I am
concerned for my staff's safety,
but I will not be intimidated.
And we will not
give up the fight.
So, whoever you are,
if you have a problem with me,
you can find me
on election night.
I'll be holding
a glass of champagne,
waiting for Dick Osborne's
concession call.
That one's got spirit.
What if her spirit
gets her killed?
She just threw down
the gauntlet.
Invited an assassin
to her door.
Where do you stand, Ms. Blye?
You want my
political opinion?
You do have one?
Yes.
Maybe. I guess.
I think Tenez is a different
kind of politician
and our country
needs that.
There is no way she should
back down from the race.
All right.
Then we need
to make damn sure
that we get her
out of this alive.
Of course.
CIA?
FBI.
That's the CIA.
Henrietta, it's Brian...
Mr. Beale,
you have something for us?
We have been
trying to connect
the five senatorial candidates
from the photos.
But nothing.
Two are incumbents.
Three Republicans,
two Democrats.
And there's not a single
issue that they all agree on.
Such is the state of
modern politics.
There are
higher profile targets
running significantly
more emotive campaigns.
One bullet can make
America vulnerable.
Doesn't even have to be
a magic bullet.
Thank you.
You know,
it's hard to assess threat
when Tenez's people
won't cooperate.
Then maybe we have to put
someone in her campaign office.
Someone smart, tough...
and irresistible.
Huh?
Wow.
You are rocking
that power suit.
Yeah?
Feel like a
caged animal.
And I know what you're thinking,
so quit while you're ahead.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Okay.
Power suits make you
think of Hillary,
which inevitably
leads you to Bill,
which then drives
your warped mind to Monica.
Well, depends on what
your definition of warped is.
You were thinking of Monica.
Come on, it's the granddaddy
of all inappropriate
office relationships.
I hope you don't have designs
on that title, Detective Deeks.
No, no, I'm more of
a lady in red kind of a guy
than a woman in blue.
Not helping your cause.
I should go.
I know that you admire Tenez,
but that's also the reason why
you need to be extremely alert.
Don't let your passion
cloud your judgment.
Of course.
Have you ever thought
of running for office?
Well, I ruled Nicaragua once,
for 72 hours.
Don't ask.
Don't ask.
Sounds like you got
a pretty good thing going.
Why come work here?
I want to be
part of the team
that gets Monica Tenez
to the Senate.
You know how many résumés
I've gotten for this?
How many young people
want to work for her?
I can imagine.
And I know it won't be easy
telling them that you've already
filled the position.
Confidence alone
won't land you the job.
Mmm.
You will give me the job
because I am smarter
and hungrier than all
the other applicants.
You will just remember me
because of the confidence.
Well, Monica's gonna love you.
Oh!
Oh, my God,
I'm so sorry.
Ah, it's all right.
You know, I've done the same
thing a hundred times.
Just give me a minute, will you?
Sure, yeah.
What a first impression, huh?
Accessing his computer.
Eric, are you getting this?
Yeah. That was
almost too easy.
Don't jinx it. Just don't.
Kensi, you realize
my saying anything has no impact
on the success
of a data transfer, right?
Uh-huh.
Computers make her nervous.
I heard that, Miss Jones.
And it was one time,
and it's really stressful
to have to transfer
four years worth of photographs.
I told you that in confidence.
And Kensi's download
is complete.
In more ways than one.
Mr. Caldwell,
I am so embarrassed.
I am so sorry, once again,
about spilling your coffee.
Please, please.
No, I hated that shirt anyway.
But, still...
brought you a gift.
You'll be processing receipts
of people who've donated money
to the campaign.
And in layman's terms?
You'll be a glorified
envelope-licker.
Tenez for Senate.
Go, team.
If I look at one more e-mail,
I'm gonna need thicker glasses.
Hey, this is strange.
So, someone called
"Anarchist Pastry Book"
sends the Tenez
campaign's Web site
a pretty scathing
message every morning.
And today, they
received two of them.
What did they say?
Well, it looks like the
first is the usual rant;
the second...
"Last night was a taste
of what's to come."
All right, let me trace
the IP address.
Okay, it was sent
from a cafe in Venice
and sender is online right now.
Callen, I think we found
the guy threatening Tenez.
Hello.
Hi.
Hey.
How can I help you?
Uh... what do you recommend?
Ooh, the "Hott-ay Matte Latte."
Mmm?
It's really popular.
Is it organic?
It tastes organic.
Do you use filtered water?
Yes.
I think.
I don't know.
What about the cups?
You guys using
recycled materials?
Um, I could certainly
find out for you.
You guys using energy-
efficient lighting in here?
Is that... oh,
come on, now.
Is that Styrofoam
I see back there?
Would you like to speak
to my... manager...?
You're gonna
recycle that, right?
Sir, if you could just...
You really need that
many napkins for a latte?
Sir, I love, love
that you love the planet.
I'd just really appreciate...
Yeah?
I'm so sorry.
And you...
you couldn't ask for a mug?
Instead, you told them
to kill a tree?
Huh?
Oh, dear. Um...
That's complimentary
and that...
Bingo. Got him.
You almost made me
spill my drink.
There we go.
Oh, yeah.
There we go.
This the guy that was
wasting all the napkins?
No, this is the guy who
threatened Monica Tenez.
Uh-huh.
His name is Ed Mosker.
He maintains a fringe blog,
"The Anarchist Pastry Book""
Part antigovernment rant,
part flourless
chocolate cake recipes.
Anarchists--
they have a sweet tooth.
Just like us.
Hmm.
He's a student at Northridge
Junior College,
where he's enrolled
in the same poli-sci class
twice.
And he's been arrested
over seven times,
all for nonviolent protests.
So Mosker's either
hot for teacher and/or
free speech.
Real question is:
Why is an anarchist
studying the Constitution?
I'm assuming you know the drill,
considering you've been
arrested seven times.
Like they say, eight's a charm.
What's this all about?
Apparently he doesn't
know the drill.
We get to ask
the questions.
That's the drill.
What'd you have
against Clay Everhurst?
Who?
The 23-year-old you ran over
with an SUV last night.
The dead Tenez intern?
You think I did that?
What do you have
against Monica Tenez?
And any of these
other candidates?
Why do you want
to hurt them?
Unbelievable.
This government-sanctioned
harassment
is exactly what
I'm always writing about.
Yeah, we've read your blog--
the, uh...
"Cupcakes With Your Chaos,"
is that it?
"The Anarchist Pastry Book."
Personally,
I don't find it that clever.
I may be an anarchist,
but I do know my rights.
Mm-hmm.
And the e-mails you send to
the Tenez campaign every day?
Last I checked,
I'm still allowed to have
political opinions
in this country.
Not when they become threats.
I wouldn't call it a threat.
I just think
her position on Social Security
would be the downfall
of humanity.
We're talking about
the other message.
"A taste of what's to come"?
I send Tenez one message a day,
and today's Tuesday,
so it was about Social Security.
That's a nice try.
The e-mail was sent
from your online handle,
from your favorite cafe,
at 9:50 this morning.
Anyone who reads my blog knows
I'm partial to that spot,
because of the free Wi-Fi.
And the chocolate croissants.
So you think you were set up?
Someone must've sent a message
to the campaign,
using my screen name.
Guys, you got to
believe me.
He's telling the truth.
Guy cares more about
muffins than mayhem.
Somebody set him up.
Somebody might be
setting everybody up.
This hit list
may be a hoax.
Clay's death wasn't.
Kensi at the campaign?
Yeah. Evidently,
getting high on stamp glue.
So, uh, Eric and Nell
have been scouring
through the campaign e-mails
and it looks like Caldwell,
Tenez's campaign manager,
has been making
political promises
in exchange for
a pretty penny.
That's nothing unusual
for a political campaign.
Yeah, but these promises
are in conflict
to Tenez's position on a
number of hot-button issues.
Maybe Caldwell's making a deal
behind her back.
Maybe Tenez is on board
with him.
It looks like Clay was
looking for a new job.
Maybe he found out Tenez
was playing both sides,
and it got him killed.
I'm gonna need 600 of those.
Yeah, for tomorrow.
Beth, what are you doing?
Grab a sign, hit the sidewalk.
No, no, no, not red-- blue.
Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks.
Are you ready?
Monica's going to
be here any minute.
Yeah.
Can't wait to meet her.
Well, don't get
too excited.
If she loses, you're out of
a job in two weeks.
Okay, with the balloon guy--
we're selling America here,
not cell phones, people!
Come on!
Don't take it personally.
That's just... Jack.
You must be the
new girl.
I'm Rebecca Collins.
Oh. Hi.
Yeah, you run the PAC.
"PAC" has such a dirty
connotation these days.
I prefer Resource Allocator.
Resource Allocator. Got it.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Nice to meet you.
She's here.
Whoo!
Hi! Hi.
Hi. Thank you for coming.
Thank you for coming. Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Hi.
Thank you for com--
look at this little baby.
Yes, how cute you are.
You guys.
18 more years;
you got to vote.
Thank you
for coming.
You bet.
Thanks for coming.
Sorry.
It's just I'm really excited,
and Monica Tenez is my idol,
and it's my first day.
I'm sorry.
Give Ms. Tenez some space, please?
Yeah.
It's not every day that
I get to be somebody's idol.
Hi.
Welcome to the team.
Thank you very much.
Get down!
Look out!
Who the hell are you?
Federal agent. Go! Go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Get out of here!
Move it! Move it!
Put your head down!
Head down!
Get in! Get in!
Go! Get her out of here!
Tragedy struck the
Monica Tenez campaign...
Okay. Thank you.
So they're both in surgery,
but it looks like
they're going to be okay.
Thank God.
I told you people
we can handle this.
It looks to me like
you were lucky Kensi was there.
No kidding-- who knows
how much more blood
would've been shed
if she wasn't?
Why don't you just
stay out of this, Jack?
You don't see me telling you
how to run a campaign.
That's funny.
I would assume
the most critical part
of running a campaign
would be having a candidate
with a pulse.
He makes a legitimate point.
If you're unhappy with the way
I'm doing my job...
say the word,
and I will step down.
There's no need.
I'm dropping out of the race.
Monica, that is a mistake.
My campaign is not worth
losing another person's life.
I've made up my mind.
Look, you've worked really hard
to get where you're at.
Pull out now
and they win,
whoever they are.
I'm not as tough as you are.
We've got one last
press release to write.
I will announce my withdrawal
at the fund-raiser tonight.
Thank you...
for saving my life today.
Anytime.
I mean it.
You okay?
Yeah, but she's
fooling herself.
She is that tough.
Maybe.
But it doesn't matter
if she doesn't realize it.
Callen, I'm with Deeks.
You were right, Kens.
We think the shooter was in
the building across the street.
It's almost
too close to miss.
We got lucky.
He may try again, so,
for the time being,
let's keep Tenez
in the boatshed.
It's too late.
What, she's gone?
Yes.
And she's pulling out
of the race tonight.
Okay.
But until she does,
we're gonna watch her back,
whether she likes it or not.
Copy that.
You as worried as I am...
...about this push-up contest?
'Cause I did some Pilates
this morning.
I'm feeling a muscle fatigue,
and it's coming--
Deeks...
Okay.
What's wrong?
Sam said that we got lucky.
How did the shooter miss?
Hi. How are you?
Good to see you.
Hi.
Stacy, how are you?
Wonderful to see you.
Picture's up.
We've got Callen and Sam
with Tenez, and Kensi and
Deeks at the entrance.
The rest of the candidates
are coming up clean.
It's beginning to look like
the danger's isolated
to the Tenez campaign.
Perhaps we've been
so fixated
on an outside threat...
we've neglected
to look closer to home.
You mean the campaign itself?
Exactly.
A breeding ground
for pride and greed.
Promises, broken promises,
money changing hands.
Delve into it all,
Mr. Beale, Ms. Jones.
Assume nothing.
Wow.
Really brings it all back,
doesn't it?
Presidential election
of '95?
There was no presidential
election in '95.
Sure there was.
Me versus Amanda Belcore.
Class president.
She was a wily little fox.
I remember
I gave my speech,
I ate a bunch of peanut butter
and then acted like
I couldn't talk
'cause I ran out of milk.
It was... it was
borderline genius.
Yeah, Marty Deeks, the
great communicator.
Exactly.
I got my message across
without saying a word.
It was more like a...
like a powerful
interpretive dance, you know?
Mmm. Any chance you can do that
again so I could post it online?
Amanda beat me
by eight votes.
But then I took
her sister to prom,
so who really won?
Not Amanda's little
sister, apparently.
It's gonna make
a really interesting
anecdote for my memoirs.
Freaks, Geeks and Deeks?
Wow.
Pretty quick
on the trigger there.
How long you been
hanging on to that one, huh?
I mean, it's clever,
but it's not that clever.
So how long?
Like, a week?
I'll be right back.
And I came up with it
in the shower this morning.
Hey.
Psst! Hey!
Thinking about me
in the shower?
She's thinking about me
in the shower.
Hey.
Did good out there today.
It's my job.
So, tell me,
who organized the event today?
Rebecca, I guess.
What was the plan
for crowd control?
Well, that would first
require a crowd.
Something Rebecca never could
quite deliver.
What do you mean?
Well, for the
campaign's fund-raiser,
she didn't raise a lot of funds.
Can't believe
we kept the lights on this long,
given the state of things.
Are you seeing this?
Uh-huh.
Whoa.
The campaign's
financial records, Mr. Beale?
We're just scratching
the surface,
but only a fraction
of every dollar donated to Tenez
actually ends up
in the campaign's coffers.
It looks like the majority's
being rerouted elsewhere.
Where exactly,
we're still not sure.
Ten minutes, she makes the
announcement and it's all over.
Kensi?
It's not every day
I get to be somebody's idol.
Hi. Welcome to the team.
Thank you so, so much.
Get down!
Okay, you just made your
"I just found a Kit Kat
in my seat
cushion" face.
The shooter had an angle
on Tenez the entire time.
But he didn't fire until Tenez
took a step towards me,
leaving a clear line of sight
from the building...
...to Rebecca.
Rebecca was the target.
She still is.
Guys, you getting this?
Loud and clear.
Get Rebecca out of here.
We'll stay with Tenez.
Showtime.
Thanks again.
I need you to come with us.
Excuse me.
What? Why? What...
It's okay.
What's going on?
You're in danger.
Ladies
and gentlemen, please welcome
the next senator of
the great state of California,
Monica Tenez!
Got it.
Okay, Tenez's campaign
had two bank accounts.
Online donations went
into a holding account,
but only half
the money
was ever transferred
to the primary account.
Donations were being
siphoned off
without anyone knowing.
Who was the signator
for the holding account?
Everybody out!
Federal agents!
Everybody out!
Let's go!
Go, go!
Will you please tell me
what's going on?
Seriously,
what's happening here?
Okay, Monica's
not the target.
You are, Rebecca.
But no one knows
who I am.
Everyone on the campaign does.
I'll get you
some water.
Okay, there were two signators.
One was Rebecca Collins,
which makes sense.
She runs Tenez's PAC.
And the other is...
Kensi, it's Lisa Tran!
Lisa, put the gun down
or this will not
end well for you.
And you think
prison is better?
Lisa, don't do this.
I missed it?
The old folks took
care of business.
All clear?
Yes, clear.
We're clear.
We're good.
What happened?
It was not about the campaign.
Lisa was after the money.
It's all over now.
No, it's not.
Seventy...
Seventy-one...
Seventy...
Seventy...
Seventy-two!
Deeks,
that was embarrassing.
No, no.
No, no.
No, I demand
a rematch.
Okay, but I'll just
double your number again.
No, no, see,
this isn't fair 'cause...
I filled up on hors d'oeuvres
at the fundraiser.
There was too many crab cakes.
Kensi can vouch for me,
if, uh... she was here.
About the crab cakes.
Guys!
Guys?
Have they figured
it out yet?
22 million and counting.
And she would have gotten
every penny of that
if it hadn't been
for Clay Everhurst
being so diligent at his job.
True.
I guess he turned to Lisa
when he caught on to it,
not realizing that
she was behind it all.
And greed took care of the rest.
How did Lisa ever think
she could hide this
from Rebecca?
She didn't.
I don't think.
I think she was always
going to kill her.
And in California, Monica Tenez,
the candidate for U.S. Senate,
has seen a significant
uptick in the polls.
So much so that
she's now neck and neck
with incumbent opponent
Dick Osborne.
Coming up next
is the presidential debate.
This is ZNN
coming to you live from...
You going to watch the debate?
Um...
No, probably not.
Okay.
Good night, Hetty.
Good night, Ms. Blye.
That candidate has two minutes
to respond
to the moderator's question,
and then the candidate's
opponent
has one minute for rebuttal.
After that, the moderator
will pose the next question.
Hello?
Yeah, it's me.
You know what time it is?
Of course I know
what time it is.
You ready?
Direct the first question
to the president.
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I wouldn't call you
if it wasn't.
Just tell me what it is.
No, I cannot tell you.
I need to talk to her myself.
Well, I tried seeing her
in the office today.
You did?
Yes, in the afternoon,
but the office
was just too crazy.
I don't know what to tell you.
Look, look, I have an idea,
all right?
Why don't you pass her
your phone, all right?
She's right next to you.
Tell her it's me, Clay.
Okay. Let me get her.
Just try, man.
Tom, I really need
to talk to Monica.
It's important.
All right.
One pepperoni slice
and one mushroom slice, please.
All out of pepperoni.
What?
What are you talking about?
Oh, no, I'm in
a pizza place.
Um, isn't that pepperoni
right there?
Oh, I'm saving that
for my dinner later.
Okay, then.
Um, two mushroom slices, please.
Oh. We're all out of that, too.
You know what?
Forget it, then.
I'm kidding, man.
Hey, I'm kidding!
Dude.
Well, don't go posting
nothing on Yelp.
My boss reads that stuff.
Did I tell you I hate
this neighborhood?
Tell me about it.
It's like a freaking war zone.
No kidding.
Uh, you still there?
Yeah, I'm still here.
I'm just a little paranoid.
Hey, Clay.
It's Monica.
What's the problem?
♪ NCIS: LA 4x04 ♪
Dead Body Politic
Original air date on October 23, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
Oh, bugger.
Everything okay, Hetty?
Yes, yes, Ms. Jones.
I'm fine.
I just can't seem to get
my heart rate up anymore.
Up?
You're trying to get
your heart rate up?
I've been on
this bike
for an hour, and my heart rate
is still a 32.
You're kidding. 32?
Michael Phelps'
resting heart rate is 32.
So is Serena's.
You know, if you
just, uh, increase
the resistance...
Yeah.
What are you listening to?
Reagan's "Evil Empire" speech.
You work out
to Ronald Reagan?
I find political discourse
exhilarating, Mr. Hanna.
Of course, if
you really want
something invigorating,
I recommend
Thomas Jefferson's
first inaugural address.
Hetty, you're a total
political junkie.
Junkie... is such a...
an unflattering term,
Ms. Jones.
Well, are you planning to watch
tonight's presidential debate?
If I happen to be
in front of a television.
Okay, well, time to go.
Duty calls.
Tell Serena I love her.
What the heck? I was just
bonding with Hetty.
No, you weren't.
Yes, I was.
You just sabotaged me.
I just saved you.
You do not discuss
politics with Hetty.
That's ridiculous.
Best advice
Eric ever gave you.
Oh, come on.
So you guys never bring up...
Nope.
No.
You never discuss an article
that you've read?
Never.
Okay, you never talk
about a congressman's
sex scandal and...
Nell, the last
person who got
into a political
debate with Hetty
ended up retired
on disability.
I hear he's
back on solids.
Granger.
Thought he was back in DC.
Not anymore.
He's in Ops.
A voice mail? Really?
Yeah. Could've sent ravens.
I could use ravens.
Come dressed as Jon Snow.
Then I'm Khaleesi
with the dragons.
What are they talking about?
Something about birds
and dragons.
Could be code
for something
totally different,
knowing those two.
Yo, easy, Wonder Twins.
You're scaring the old folks.
No...
Who you calling old?
What?
I'd choose your next words wisely.
I don't... obviously,
I don't mean old.
I mean older,
and I don't mean that
from a physical standpoint,
because, obviously, you're...
I mean that from
a metaphysical standpoint
because you have a much more
mature spirit than...
Ah.
Are you thinking what I
think you're thinking?
Yeah-- push-ups.
Mm-hmm.
What do you mean, "push-ups"?
No. No.
What's-what's...
why push-ups?
Oh, God, really? Push-ups?
Yeah.
And when I say push-ups,
I mean big-boy push-ups.
No knees.
Okay, the only person
who does push-ups
on their knees
is Gran... ger.
Assistant Director Granger,
good morning, sir.
Morning.
A traffic camera
caught this accident
in Hollywood last night.
Who was he?
Clay Everhurst.
Paramedics who responded
said he died on impact.
Was he military
or former military?
He worked
for Monica Tenez.
She's running
for U.S. Senate.
Ah. Former social worker.
She supports
the Occupy movement,
she's a children's rights
activist
and runs an organization
that feeds the homeless.
So, for those sick
of politicians,
Tenez is the real deal.
Okay, thank you
for the Profile in Courage,
but why is a hit-and-run
a case for NCIS?
Eric, play the video again,
this time ten seconds earlier.
That was not an accident.
We need to find out if
Clay's murder is related
to Tenez's campaign.
If it's not, it will be
handed over to the LAPD.
If it is, it's an issue
of national security.
What do we know
about the SUV?
It was reported stolen
an hour before he
was run down.
Facial Rec's a bust.
Driver's face is obscured.
Victim lived alone
in a house on Arden.
Kens, why don't you
take Deeks and check out
Clay's house.
Sam and I will pay Tenez a visit.
Done.
Hi. How are you?
Remember to vote.
Remember to vote.
You know, that's okay.
I can definitely walk
to the curb from here.
- Thanks.
- Hi.
Hello.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi.
I just, uh, couldn't help
but notice that you
two look very, uh...
Young.
I was going to say informed
because of all the pamphlets.
I wanted to know if maybe
you wanted to educate me
on the issues later or if...?
Oh. Educate you
on the issues?
Those are two women
who are very passionate
about the
democratic process.
Besides, did you see how
they strategically placed
those eagle pins?
Okay, that...
Just landing...
God, that's beautiful.
That is our
nation's symbol
that you just landed
on their shirt.
I know. What a country.
All right, you're up.
You know what?
Be my guest.
What are you
talking about?
You pick locks.
That's, like, your thing.
See, I am all for the pursuit
of happiness, but there is
no way that I am bending over
in front of you today.
Take it.
Not too shabby.
So, we got photos
with Clay's family,
him and his buddies,
and there it is-- the money shot
with Candidate Tenez.
He should have
had her sign it.
I mean, what if she
becomes president one day?
How happy does he look
in that photo?
Surprisingly so. Why?
Because Clay
was looking to jump ship.
He was updating
his résumé.
And writing cover letters,
which no one does for fun.
Would Clay leave the campaign
because Tenez
was slipping in the polls?
Maybe his planning to quit had
something to do with his murder.
Or maybe he knew
something about her
that he couldn't stomach.
Something that ended up
getting him killed.
You can sit over here
while you wait.
We're good. Thanks.
Ms. Tenez may be a while.
We don't mind standing.
I think everyone would be
a lot less nervous
if you sat down.
Okay.
Thank you.
I don't need to sit.
Old people need to sit.
Not worried about
these push-ups, are you?
Who does Deeks think
he is, calling us old?
We're not old; we're wise.
We're sophisticated.
We are...
Wearing mics.
Right.
Okay, Eric.
Button cam, my 10:00,
guy in the red tie.
That's Jack Caldwell.
He's Tenez's
campaign manager.
He's won 90%
of the campaigns he's managed
and is universally disliked
by his opponents.
Who's the woman?
Rebecca Collins.
She heads up Tenez's
fund-raising campaign.
Must be security
detail for Tenez.
Who's the guy
in the blue suit?
Uh, which one?
The, uh,
good-looking one.
Oh. Him.
Andrew Ryan.
Head of security.
Gentlemen.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
We are reeling over
what happened to Clay.
Is it true what
the LAPD told us?
That he was murdered?
We believe so.
Can you think
of anyone
who may have wanted
to hurt him?
No. Everybody loved Clay.
He was always
pitching in,
always staying late,
never wanting
to take any credit for it.
The morning I
opened this office,
he was sitting on the doorstep.
I gave him the job.
What did he actually do here?
Clay mailed receipts
to our donors.
You know what
everyone here does?
Oh, yeah, and I
know their names.
Every person out
there is either
a volunteer or getting
paid practically nothing,
so it's the least I can do.
When was the last time
you saw Clay?
Here, uh, yesterday.
He wanted to talk to me,
but I was very busy.
And then he called last night,
and when they handed me
the phone, he wasn't there.
What time was that?
Around...
9:30 or so.
Oh, my God.
Do you have any enemies,
Ms. Tenez?
Have you read my platform?
I'm trying to change
the conversation
in the country.
There are a lot of people
who wish I would just go away.
This must be tough
on your staff.
Well, it doesn't help
that I'm getting
my ass kicked in the polls.
But it was kids like Clay
that keep me going.
I could never forgive myself
if my campaign
was responsible for his death.
Not your typical
politician.
That's a good reason
to vote for her.
Um, excuse me.
I'm Lisa.
Clay and I worked together.
He came to me
yesterday,
pretty scared about something
he found in the mail.
I didn't want to show it to
you in front of everyone.
He asked me to hold on to it,
but I told him
to give it to Monica.
If I'm not mistaken,
there's a political theme
to these five photographs,
Ms. Jones.
Yes, they are all
running for U.S. Senate.
Right.
Thanks.
Political junkie.
FBI just kicked it up a gear.
They're alerting each
of the candidates,
but our prime focus
is still Tenez.
Any luck finding the envelope
the photographs were sent in?
No one can find it,
but they're still looking.
Well, let's start
by figuring out
what these five candidates
have in common. Okay?
If these are your targets,
why kill a staffer?
And why make it
look like an accident?
That's hardly
a bold political statement.
Well, maybe Clay knew
something about all this
and somebody wanted
to shut him up.
Perhaps the hit list wasn't the
only thing he found in the mail.
I left DC to
escape politics.
Owen...
you can't escape politics.
You either play or get played.
Speaking of, we should talk
to Tenez's opponent.
Senator Osborne.
Among dirty politicians,
he is the lowest of the low.
I thought you didn't
take sides, Henrietta.
I don't.
But I can still
call a spade a spade.
Clay found this
in the mail yesterday?
We think this is why
he wanted to meet with you.
Why didn't he just
bring it to us?
That's a good question.
Are you suggesting
he didn't trust us?
We're suggesting
you ramp up security.
Not necessary.
Just until we get
a handle on this.
Any new information,
you let us know.
Until then,
it's not necessary.
You're being territorial.
That makes you
a liability in the field.
Thanks for advising us
of the threat.
We'll take it from here.
Okay, you guys
need anything else?
Ticktock.
Yes.
Access to your
campaign's servers.
Give us a week
to filter our e-mails.
Can you do it sooner than that?
Big guy's funny.
All right, Monica,
we got to get you
outside in front
of those cameras
to change the headline, stat.
All right? We can't afford
to have you look vulnerable
before the election.
Okay.
Thank you.
For everything.
Right back to work.
You'd think people on his
staff get murdered every day.
So great to see you.
Yeah, appreciate it.
All right, take care.
Senator Osborne!
In the flesh!
Always a pleasure to
meet a constituent.
Hi.
Oh, you want a photo?
Come on over. Yep.
I'm actually...
All right, Diane,
would you do me a favor?
Absolutely.
All right, here you go.
All right, smile.
Look up. Don't be shy.
Ugh.
There you go. Hey.
Anybody ever tell you
you've got Ike's jawline?
You'd make a heck
of a candidate.
Yeah, no, I'm not
much into shaking hands.
Lot of passing
back and forth of germs.
Well, doesn't matter
with that head of hair.
You're like a wild stallion.
Well, who's this little filly?
Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.
Ooh, feisty one, huh?
Bet she's a lot of fun
when the lights go down.
Your reputation
precedes you, Senator.
I'm a national treasure, honey.
I feel like
that every time
the voters of
California reelect me.
All right, let me guess
why you're here.
Uh, this is about
my opponent, yes?
Such a shame what
happened to that boy
who worked
on her staff.
And now there's
this-this hit list.
What hit list?
Oh, that was almost convincing.
How do you know
about the hit list
if it hasn't been
released to the public?
Very hard to keep secrets
in this game.
And, of course, you had
nothing to do with it?
Why would I need to?
I am beating Monica Tenez
in double digits
in every demographic
in this state.
And you want
to know why?
Enlighten us.
She's too nice.
Same reason people
like her so much
is the thing that's gonna
just ruin her in politics.
Okay, so who is
behind the hit list?
I don't know.
Uh, maybe the guy who was
sleeping with her, perhaps.
Oh, just a theory.
That was cynical,
even for a politician.
Son, I have been through
so many elections
that I have seen it all.
There's nothing
that surprises me anymore.
All right. Let's go and leave
the senator to his baby-kissing.
Well, let's not
get emotional about it.
Doesn't really matter anyway.
Wait, why doesn't it
matter anyway?
A little birdie told me
that Tenez is planning
to drop out of the race.
Save face because she's
losing so big, I imagine.
I don't really
blame her.
I mean, you know
what they say:
Politics ain't for
the faint of heart.
Yeah, okay.
All right, troops,
let's go!
What a pig.
I don't know.
Called me a stallion.
Is that what
you're telling yourself?
'Cause what I heard
was that you have a horse face.
No. Ike was good-looking, right?
Like, in his youth,
in a Supreme Commander,
five-star general kind of way?
I mean, that was
a compliment, right?
If it was meant to
be a compliment,
he would've said
you look like JFK.
What a pig.
Osborne versus Tenez
truly has become
something of a nationwide
focal point.
A lot of resources
being poured into the state
by both sides,
as each tries to...
What did we miss?
Tenez is about
to start.
Pull up a chair.
Never a dull moment
in an election.
My campaign suffered
a terrible loss last night.
One of my bright young staffers
was killed in
a hit-and-run accident.
But it wasn't an accident.
I've been told
by the authorities
that he was murdered
and that I am also a target.
Yes, I am saddened and I am
concerned for my staff's safety,
but I will not be intimidated.
And we will not
give up the fight.
So, whoever you are,
if you have a problem with me,
you can find me
on election night.
I'll be holding
a glass of champagne,
waiting for Dick Osborne's
concession call.
That one's got spirit.
What if her spirit
gets her killed?
She just threw down
the gauntlet.
Invited an assassin
to her door.
Where do you stand, Ms. Blye?
You want my
political opinion?
You do have one?
Yes.
Maybe. I guess.
I think Tenez is a different
kind of politician
and our country
needs that.
There is no way she should
back down from the race.
All right.
Then we need
to make damn sure
that we get her
out of this alive.
Of course.
CIA?
FBI.
That's the CIA.
Henrietta, it's Brian...
Mr. Beale,
you have something for us?
We have been
trying to connect
the five senatorial candidates
from the photos.
But nothing.
Two are incumbents.
Three Republicans,
two Democrats.
And there's not a single
issue that they all agree on.
Such is the state of
modern politics.
There are
higher profile targets
running significantly
more emotive campaigns.
One bullet can make
America vulnerable.
Doesn't even have to be
a magic bullet.
Thank you.
You know,
it's hard to assess threat
when Tenez's people
won't cooperate.
Then maybe we have to put
someone in her campaign office.
Someone smart, tough...
and irresistible.
Huh?
Wow.
You are rocking
that power suit.
Yeah?
Feel like a
caged animal.
And I know what you're thinking,
so quit while you're ahead.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Okay.
Power suits make you
think of Hillary,
which inevitably
leads you to Bill,
which then drives
your warped mind to Monica.
Well, depends on what
your definition of warped is.
You were thinking of Monica.
Come on, it's the granddaddy
of all inappropriate
office relationships.
I hope you don't have designs
on that title, Detective Deeks.
No, no, I'm more of
a lady in red kind of a guy
than a woman in blue.
Not helping your cause.
I should go.
I know that you admire Tenez,
but that's also the reason why
you need to be extremely alert.
Don't let your passion
cloud your judgment.
Of course.
Have you ever thought
of running for office?
Well, I ruled Nicaragua once,
for 72 hours.
Don't ask.
Don't ask.
Sounds like you got
a pretty good thing going.
Why come work here?
I want to be
part of the team
that gets Monica Tenez
to the Senate.
You know how many résumés
I've gotten for this?
How many young people
want to work for her?
I can imagine.
And I know it won't be easy
telling them that you've already
filled the position.
Confidence alone
won't land you the job.
Mmm.
You will give me the job
because I am smarter
and hungrier than all
the other applicants.
You will just remember me
because of the confidence.
Well, Monica's gonna love you.
Oh!
Oh, my God,
I'm so sorry.
Ah, it's all right.
You know, I've done the same
thing a hundred times.
Just give me a minute, will you?
Sure, yeah.
What a first impression, huh?
Accessing his computer.
Eric, are you getting this?
Yeah. That was
almost too easy.
Don't jinx it. Just don't.
Kensi, you realize
my saying anything has no impact
on the success
of a data transfer, right?
Uh-huh.
Computers make her nervous.
I heard that, Miss Jones.
And it was one time,
and it's really stressful
to have to transfer
four years worth of photographs.
I told you that in confidence.
And Kensi's download
is complete.
In more ways than one.
Mr. Caldwell,
I am so embarrassed.
I am so sorry, once again,
about spilling your coffee.
Please, please.
No, I hated that shirt anyway.
But, still...
brought you a gift.
You'll be processing receipts
of people who've donated money
to the campaign.
And in layman's terms?
You'll be a glorified
envelope-licker.
Tenez for Senate.
Go, team.
If I look at one more e-mail,
I'm gonna need thicker glasses.
Hey, this is strange.
So, someone called
"Anarchist Pastry Book"
sends the Tenez
campaign's Web site
a pretty scathing
message every morning.
And today, they
received two of them.
What did they say?
Well, it looks like the
first is the usual rant;
the second...
"Last night was a taste
of what's to come."
All right, let me trace
the IP address.
Okay, it was sent
from a cafe in Venice
and sender is online right now.
Callen, I think we found
the guy threatening Tenez.
Hello.
Hi.
Hey.
How can I help you?
Uh... what do you recommend?
Ooh, the "Hott-ay Matte Latte."
Mmm?
It's really popular.
Is it organic?
It tastes organic.
Do you use filtered water?
Yes.
I think.
I don't know.
What about the cups?
You guys using
recycled materials?
Um, I could certainly
find out for you.
You guys using energy-
efficient lighting in here?
Is that... oh,
come on, now.
Is that Styrofoam
I see back there?
Would you like to speak
to my... manager...?
You're gonna
recycle that, right?
Sir, if you could just...
You really need that
many napkins for a latte?
Sir, I love, love
that you love the planet.
I'd just really appreciate...
Yeah?
I'm so sorry.
And you...
you couldn't ask for a mug?
Instead, you told them
to kill a tree?
Huh?
Oh, dear. Um...
That's complimentary
and that...
Bingo. Got him.
You almost made me
spill my drink.
There we go.
Oh, yeah.
There we go.
This the guy that was
wasting all the napkins?
No, this is the guy who
threatened Monica Tenez.
Uh-huh.
His name is Ed Mosker.
He maintains a fringe blog,
"The Anarchist Pastry Book""
Part antigovernment rant,
part flourless
chocolate cake recipes.
Anarchists--
they have a sweet tooth.
Just like us.
Hmm.
He's a student at Northridge
Junior College,
where he's enrolled
in the same poli-sci class
twice.
And he's been arrested
over seven times,
all for nonviolent protests.
So Mosker's either
hot for teacher and/or
free speech.
Real question is:
Why is an anarchist
studying the Constitution?
I'm assuming you know the drill,
considering you've been
arrested seven times.
Like they say, eight's a charm.
What's this all about?
Apparently he doesn't
know the drill.
We get to ask
the questions.
That's the drill.
What'd you have
against Clay Everhurst?
Who?
The 23-year-old you ran over
with an SUV last night.
The dead Tenez intern?
You think I did that?
What do you have
against Monica Tenez?
And any of these
other candidates?
Why do you want
to hurt them?
Unbelievable.
This government-sanctioned
harassment
is exactly what
I'm always writing about.
Yeah, we've read your blog--
the, uh...
"Cupcakes With Your Chaos,"
is that it?
"The Anarchist Pastry Book."
Personally,
I don't find it that clever.
I may be an anarchist,
but I do know my rights.
Mm-hmm.
And the e-mails you send to
the Tenez campaign every day?
Last I checked,
I'm still allowed to have
political opinions
in this country.
Not when they become threats.
I wouldn't call it a threat.
I just think
her position on Social Security
would be the downfall
of humanity.
We're talking about
the other message.
"A taste of what's to come"?
I send Tenez one message a day,
and today's Tuesday,
so it was about Social Security.
That's a nice try.
The e-mail was sent
from your online handle,
from your favorite cafe,
at 9:50 this morning.
Anyone who reads my blog knows
I'm partial to that spot,
because of the free Wi-Fi.
And the chocolate croissants.
So you think you were set up?
Someone must've sent a message
to the campaign,
using my screen name.
Guys, you got to
believe me.
He's telling the truth.
Guy cares more about
muffins than mayhem.
Somebody set him up.
Somebody might be
setting everybody up.
This hit list
may be a hoax.
Clay's death wasn't.
Kensi at the campaign?
Yeah. Evidently,
getting high on stamp glue.
So, uh, Eric and Nell
have been scouring
through the campaign e-mails
and it looks like Caldwell,
Tenez's campaign manager,
has been making
political promises
in exchange for
a pretty penny.
That's nothing unusual
for a political campaign.
Yeah, but these promises
are in conflict
to Tenez's position on a
number of hot-button issues.
Maybe Caldwell's making a deal
behind her back.
Maybe Tenez is on board
with him.
It looks like Clay was
looking for a new job.
Maybe he found out Tenez
was playing both sides,
and it got him killed.
I'm gonna need 600 of those.
Yeah, for tomorrow.
Beth, what are you doing?
Grab a sign, hit the sidewalk.
No, no, no, not red-- blue.
Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks.
Are you ready?
Monica's going to
be here any minute.
Yeah.
Can't wait to meet her.
Well, don't get
too excited.
If she loses, you're out of
a job in two weeks.
Okay, with the balloon guy--
we're selling America here,
not cell phones, people!
Come on!
Don't take it personally.
That's just... Jack.
You must be the
new girl.
I'm Rebecca Collins.
Oh. Hi.
Yeah, you run the PAC.
"PAC" has such a dirty
connotation these days.
I prefer Resource Allocator.
Resource Allocator. Got it.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Nice to meet you.
She's here.
Whoo!
Hi! Hi.
Hi. Thank you for coming.
Thank you for coming. Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Hi.
Thank you for com--
look at this little baby.
Yes, how cute you are.
You guys.
18 more years;
you got to vote.
Thank you
for coming.
You bet.
Thanks for coming.
Sorry.
It's just I'm really excited,
and Monica Tenez is my idol,
and it's my first day.
I'm sorry.
Give Ms. Tenez some space, please?
Yeah.
It's not every day that
I get to be somebody's idol.
Hi.
Welcome to the team.
Thank you very much.
Get down!
Look out!
Who the hell are you?
Federal agent. Go! Go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Get out of here!
Move it! Move it!
Put your head down!
Head down!
Get in! Get in!
Go! Get her out of here!
Tragedy struck the
Monica Tenez campaign...
Okay. Thank you.
So they're both in surgery,
but it looks like
they're going to be okay.
Thank God.
I told you people
we can handle this.
It looks to me like
you were lucky Kensi was there.
No kidding-- who knows
how much more blood
would've been shed
if she wasn't?
Why don't you just
stay out of this, Jack?
You don't see me telling you
how to run a campaign.
That's funny.
I would assume
the most critical part
of running a campaign
would be having a candidate
with a pulse.
He makes a legitimate point.
If you're unhappy with the way
I'm doing my job...
say the word,
and I will step down.
There's no need.
I'm dropping out of the race.
Monica, that is a mistake.
My campaign is not worth
losing another person's life.
I've made up my mind.
Look, you've worked really hard
to get where you're at.
Pull out now
and they win,
whoever they are.
I'm not as tough as you are.
We've got one last
press release to write.
I will announce my withdrawal
at the fund-raiser tonight.
Thank you...
for saving my life today.
Anytime.
I mean it.
You okay?
Yeah, but she's
fooling herself.
She is that tough.
Maybe.
But it doesn't matter
if she doesn't realize it.
Callen, I'm with Deeks.
You were right, Kens.
We think the shooter was in
the building across the street.
It's almost
too close to miss.
We got lucky.
He may try again, so,
for the time being,
let's keep Tenez
in the boatshed.
It's too late.
What, she's gone?
Yes.
And she's pulling out
of the race tonight.
Okay.
But until she does,
we're gonna watch her back,
whether she likes it or not.
Copy that.
You as worried as I am...
...about this push-up contest?
'Cause I did some Pilates
this morning.
I'm feeling a muscle fatigue,
and it's coming--
Deeks...
Okay.
What's wrong?
Sam said that we got lucky.
How did the shooter miss?
Hi. How are you?
Good to see you.
Hi.
Stacy, how are you?
Wonderful to see you.
Picture's up.
We've got Callen and Sam
with Tenez, and Kensi and
Deeks at the entrance.
The rest of the candidates
are coming up clean.
It's beginning to look like
the danger's isolated
to the Tenez campaign.
Perhaps we've been
so fixated
on an outside threat...
we've neglected
to look closer to home.
You mean the campaign itself?
Exactly.
A breeding ground
for pride and greed.
Promises, broken promises,
money changing hands.
Delve into it all,
Mr. Beale, Ms. Jones.
Assume nothing.
Wow.
Really brings it all back,
doesn't it?
Presidential election
of '95?
There was no presidential
election in '95.
Sure there was.
Me versus Amanda Belcore.
Class president.
She was a wily little fox.
I remember
I gave my speech,
I ate a bunch of peanut butter
and then acted like
I couldn't talk
'cause I ran out of milk.
It was... it was
borderline genius.
Yeah, Marty Deeks, the
great communicator.
Exactly.
I got my message across
without saying a word.
It was more like a...
like a powerful
interpretive dance, you know?
Mmm. Any chance you can do that
again so I could post it online?
Amanda beat me
by eight votes.
But then I took
her sister to prom,
so who really won?
Not Amanda's little
sister, apparently.
It's gonna make
a really interesting
anecdote for my memoirs.
Freaks, Geeks and Deeks?
Wow.
Pretty quick
on the trigger there.
How long you been
hanging on to that one, huh?
I mean, it's clever,
but it's not that clever.
So how long?
Like, a week?
I'll be right back.
And I came up with it
in the shower this morning.
Hey.
Psst! Hey!
Thinking about me
in the shower?
She's thinking about me
in the shower.
Hey.
Did good out there today.
It's my job.
So, tell me,
who organized the event today?
Rebecca, I guess.
What was the plan
for crowd control?
Well, that would first
require a crowd.
Something Rebecca never could
quite deliver.
What do you mean?
Well, for the
campaign's fund-raiser,
she didn't raise a lot of funds.
Can't believe
we kept the lights on this long,
given the state of things.
Are you seeing this?
Uh-huh.
Whoa.
The campaign's
financial records, Mr. Beale?
We're just scratching
the surface,
but only a fraction
of every dollar donated to Tenez
actually ends up
in the campaign's coffers.
It looks like the majority's
being rerouted elsewhere.
Where exactly,
we're still not sure.
Ten minutes, she makes the
announcement and it's all over.
Kensi?
It's not every day
I get to be somebody's idol.
Hi. Welcome to the team.
Thank you so, so much.
Get down!
Okay, you just made your
"I just found a Kit Kat
in my seat
cushion" face.
The shooter had an angle
on Tenez the entire time.
But he didn't fire until Tenez
took a step towards me,
leaving a clear line of sight
from the building...
...to Rebecca.
Rebecca was the target.
She still is.
Guys, you getting this?
Loud and clear.
Get Rebecca out of here.
We'll stay with Tenez.
Showtime.
Thanks again.
I need you to come with us.
Excuse me.
What? Why? What...
It's okay.
What's going on?
You're in danger.
Ladies
and gentlemen, please welcome
the next senator of
the great state of California,
Monica Tenez!
Got it.
Okay, Tenez's campaign
had two bank accounts.
Online donations went
into a holding account,
but only half
the money
was ever transferred
to the primary account.
Donations were being
siphoned off
without anyone knowing.
Who was the signator
for the holding account?
Everybody out!
Federal agents!
Everybody out!
Let's go!
Go, go!
Will you please tell me
what's going on?
Seriously,
what's happening here?
Okay, Monica's
not the target.
You are, Rebecca.
But no one knows
who I am.
Everyone on the campaign does.
I'll get you
some water.
Okay, there were two signators.
One was Rebecca Collins,
which makes sense.
She runs Tenez's PAC.
And the other is...
Kensi, it's Lisa Tran!
Lisa, put the gun down
or this will not
end well for you.
And you think
prison is better?
Lisa, don't do this.
I missed it?
The old folks took
care of business.
All clear?
Yes, clear.
We're clear.
We're good.
What happened?
It was not about the campaign.
Lisa was after the money.
It's all over now.
No, it's not.
Seventy...
Seventy-one...
Seventy...
Seventy...
Seventy-two!
Deeks,
that was embarrassing.
No, no.
No, no.
No, I demand
a rematch.
Okay, but I'll just
double your number again.
No, no, see,
this isn't fair 'cause...
I filled up on hors d'oeuvres
at the fundraiser.
There was too many crab cakes.
Kensi can vouch for me,
if, uh... she was here.
About the crab cakes.
Guys!
Guys?
Have they figured
it out yet?
22 million and counting.
And she would have gotten
every penny of that
if it hadn't been
for Clay Everhurst
being so diligent at his job.
True.
I guess he turned to Lisa
when he caught on to it,
not realizing that
she was behind it all.
And greed took care of the rest.
How did Lisa ever think
she could hide this
from Rebecca?
She didn't.
I don't think.
I think she was always
going to kill her.
And in California, Monica Tenez,
the candidate for U.S. Senate,
has seen a significant
uptick in the polls.
So much so that
she's now neck and neck
with incumbent opponent
Dick Osborne.
Coming up next
is the presidential debate.
This is ZNN
coming to you live from...
You going to watch the debate?
Um...
No, probably not.
Okay.
Good night, Hetty.
Good night, Ms. Blye.
That candidate has two minutes
to respond
to the moderator's question,
and then the candidate's
opponent
has one minute for rebuttal.
After that, the moderator
will pose the next question.
Hello?
Yeah, it's me.
You know what time it is?
Of course I know
what time it is.
You ready?
Direct the first question
to the president.
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