NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - Recovery - full transcript

Come here. Come here.

Shh...

Mmm...

Did you check out
the new yoga instructor?

Dude looks like an inbred caveman.

"Your lack of compassion's
what's keeping you stuck in a cycle

of karmic retribution."

Come on.
Shh! Be quiet...

Who's out there?

Come on, guys.

You know the curfew.



Now, get back to your...

Oh, my God!

♪ NCIS: LA 5x09 ♪
Recovery
Original air date on November 19, 2013

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@elder_man

♪

You tracking someone
by their ink?

Just looking.

Looking for who?

For me.

You're gonna get a tat?

I didn't say I was gonna actually...
Look, don't take this

the wrong way...

I think I just did.
But there are

tat people, and then
there's, well... you.



I'm not a... tat person?

No.

You and the ink council
had a little vote on this?

I'm just trying
to help you out, G.

Tat's a permanent thing; it's
not a temporary fashion trend.

You know Kensi and Deeks
have tats, right?

Uh-huh.

But you don't have
a problem with that?

Nope.

I'm just curious.

Hmm?

What makes somebody
a, uh... a tat person?

Well, if you have to ask...

Why are we all smiling?

Callen's gonna get a tattoo.

You...
Really?

Looking online.

I didn't say
I was gonna actually...

Look, don't take
this the wrong way, I just...

...and the skin tone...

...the travel ban could...
...you have to do...

Welcome to
the gun show.

That, on the other
hand, is...

awesome.
No offense.

Tat guy. I gotcha.

Naval Intelligence Officer
Gary Leonida.

Until two months, he
was posted to Kabul.

He was on leave
back here in L.A.

A counselor found his body
floating in a pool last night.

A counselor?
Yes.

Unbeknownst to his superiors,

Mr. Leonida
had checked himself into

Tranquility Villa Rehab.

A type of high-end rehab
in Malibu with equine therapy

and, of course,
private chefs.

And massage therapists,
kayaking, surfing,

acupuncture-- did I mention
massage therapists?

Sounds more like
a Palm Springs spa.

More like

a temporary dry-out
for the rich and spoiled.

50 grand a month keeps the
owners driving their Ferraris

and eating at Nobu
every night.

So, a naval officer,

emotionally vulnerable,
with a head full

of sensitive intel.

You can understand

that SECNAV
is naturally concerned.

She wants for us to make sure
that our country's intelligence

hasn't been compromised.

What kind of intelligence
are we talking about?

The need-to-know kind.

Evidently,
SECNAV feels

that we don't have the need yet.

How'd he die?

He drowned. But according
to the preliminary

toxicology report,
he had high levels of Oxycodone

in his system--

the same substance
he was addicted to

when he arrived
three days ago.

They suspect that, after he
overdosed he became disoriented,

fell in the pool.

Family?

Just an ex-wife back East.

How many people at the rehab?

Four permanent staff members,
half a dozen daily counselors,

and 16 patients.

Did Leonida have a roommate?

No. He had a private room.

But according to the owner,
Martin Lake,

he had a visitor yesterday.

Val Winkler, a self-employed

carpenter-- lives in Venice.

With a record

for possession and
small-time dealing.

Deeks, Kensi,
why don't you check out Winkler.

Sam...

should we drive
up to Malibu?

Let's do it.

That's a good idea.

Oh, and by the way,

Mr. Callen,
that, uh,

tattoo parlor on PCH...

bad idea.

We do a lot of good here.

Still, for some, all
we can do just isn't enough.

"The end of your addiction
begins with us.

What you do with it
ends with you."

Ah, you saw my commercial.

Five times before
the seventh inning stretch.

Targeted television spots
are the best way

to get our message across.

Sporting events are
a socially acceptable way

for alcoholics to justify
getting loaded.

Room full of drinkers,
they fit right in.

I know how Gary felt--
I... I was there many times

before I finally got it.

I'm just really
grateful I was

lucky enough to be able
to give back to those

that are still struggling.
Looks like giving back's

been pretty good to you.

Yes, I've been
very fortunate.

Out here is where
Gary drowned.

The police just
let us back in.

We're gonna have a memorial
service later this afternoon,

on the beach.
He checked in three days ago?

Yes, for opiate addiction.

Any idea how he got
his hands on the Oxy?

Usually in these cases,
a friend brings in the drugs.

Leonida's friend
Val Winkler stopped by

to pay him a visit yesterday.

Yeah?
Did you know

Winkler had a history
of dealing and addiction?

We don't do background checks
on visitors.

Unfortunately, most new
patients' friends are users.

He checked in
under an assumed name.

Anyone besides Winkler,
the staff or the patients

know he was here?

Not to our knowledge.
How much interaction

did he have with the staff?

Uh, not much.
He was still detoxing.

You have to clear
a person's head and mind

before you can deliver
the message.

So no counseling sessions?

No. He had an intake interview,

but they don't get
into causes and conditions,

it's just basic
background stuff.

You have a camera
down at the gate.

Yes, for the access road
to the community.

What about
inside the villa?

A couple.

We'll need the footage
for the past three days.

Of course.

G.

That's fresh.

From somebody
being dragged?

That would
change things.

So, Winkler's
a meth-head carpenter.

Bet he works fast, at least.
That's funny.

Wow, that's a lot of tin foil.

Must have a plasma.
Glare can be a bitch.

Federal agents.
Open up.

One, two...

Ooh.

Okay...

Federal agents!

Come out slowly
with your hands in front of you!

Well,
there's some good

in this world, Mr. Frodo...

and it's worth fighting for.

What...?

You and Gary Leonida
hit it off at AA?

Yes.

A carpenter and a naval
intelligence officer.

You wouldn't get it.

I-Inside,
we were the same.

Screwed-up childhood,

all fear and rage.

When he talked about all that,
it was like listening to myself.

So you were "sober buddies."
Yeah.

And doing good for a while.

Till he relapsed,
checked into rehab.

Used every penny
he had in the bank.

Did Gary ever tell you
about his job?

Just that he worked
for the government.

Like I said, we had more
important things to relate to.

You buying this?

Well, if he was still wired,
probably not.

But he's coming down,
he's depressed.

Could be that just
makes him more aware

of what's at stake,
if he confesses.

So, when you went to visit him

yesterday, you were already
tweaked out on meth?

I didn't see Gary yesterday.

That's interesting, 'cause
the rehab said that you did.

Oh, yeah,
I-I was there,

but three days ago, not yesterday.
Are you sure

you're not mixing things up?
You were pretty high.

No way. Um,

meth hypes you big-time,
but it doesn't dull your memory.

I could probably
tell you the color

of every person's shoes
in that casino.

You were at a casino?

Yeah. Vegas. All day yesterday.

I scored some crystal
and went to Excalibur.

Where, in your drug-fueled haze,

you were bombarded
with medieval images.

Got back to L.A.,
downloaded the game and...

really got into it.
So much so

that you attacked us.

Thought we were
Orcs probably, huh?

Merthian Dwarves,
after my silver.

That tracks.

Look, I know how screwed up I
was-- th-that's what meth does--

but... I wanted Gary
to get sober.

I wouldn't bring him drugs.

Besides, I'm a tweaker--

I don't have
any connections for Oxy.

Like a meth dealer has no idea

where to get
any other kind of drugs.

I'll have Eric pull
the security cam footage

from Excalibur
and the rehab center.

That will be our lie detector.

We should be grateful
he kept his crazy at home.

He could've showed up
in Medieval Times.

A henna?
It'll give you a chance

to try the tattoo experience
with something not so permanent.

And then you'll realize
that it's not for you.

Exactly.

But you still get the thrill.

It's like that '80s
Jermaine Stewart song.

The one that says that you can still
have fun with your clothes on?

Exactly.

Oh, my God, Jermaine Stewart
was so wrong.

Well, security camera footage

from Excalibur showed Winkler
in the casino yesterday.

His alibi holds up.

Sort of.

This is security cam footage
of Winkler

driving through the front gate

at Tranquility Villa,
also yesterday.

Unless he's got a twin brother

or he's on
the starship Enterprise,

something's not right.

Traffic cam footage
from PCH.

Now, this is Winkler
heading up the hill

towards Tranquility Villa

three days ago,
like he claimed.

But footage from yesterday
shows no sign of him

ever passing this
intersection.

Now, it is possible
that the time code

on the rehab security
footage was altered.

The autopsy report shows signs

of scopolamine
in Leonida's system.

Scopolamine can be used
as an interrogation drug.

It's a form of truth serum.

I think I hear
a cry for help.

All right.

Tranquility Villa hires

outside contractors
for many of their services.

I thought going undercover
as a nutritionist

would suit Mr. Deeks.

Great.

Uh, no, no. Hetty, he had
a burrito and a Pop-Tart

at 8:00 this morning,
which he ate at the same time.

I also had a glass
of orange juice and a multivitamin.

A Flintstones
Chewable, actually.

Which he only bought because
they ran out of SweeTarts, so...

They're delicious.
Oof.

Poor attempt at humor
on my part, Ms. Blye.

I want to reassure you
I had no intention.

You will go in
as the nutritionist.

And...

Mr. Deeks,

as a new patient.
Not a problem.

I've spent enough time
with drug addicts in my life,

I can imitate them in my sleep.

Actually, um,
I had something else in mind.

Something more

in your natural wheelhouse.

I didn't even know
I had a wheelhouse.

Oh, you have a wheelhouse.

Butterfly.

Flower.

No, a puppy.

A kitty cat.

A... bunny rabbit.
Why would you assume

my tattoo is something
cute and sweet?

I don't know.

Because you are.

It's a rose.

Ah.
Which means nothing,

because Axl Rose also
has a rose tattoo.

That's his name.

It's not his real name.

Faziz?

Axl Faziz?
Anwar Faziz.

He owns a car dealership

in the Valley.

And he's
on Homeland's radar.

Suspected of being
a terrorist financier middleman.

Who, according to the
dealership's bank records,

just happened to lend Martin
Lake, the owner of the rehab,

a large sum of money.

Loan was made to Tranquility
Villa's corporation.

Okay, I've got the Facebook
page of Faziz's son, Amir.

He's gushing
about how Tranquility Villa

saved his life a year ago.
Right.

So Lake is in financial trouble,
and it's Faziz to the rescue.

Puts Lake in debt
to Faziz big-time.

He hasn't paid off the loan.

At least not with money.
Hmm.

And if he found out Leonida
was an intelligence officer...

I'll call Callen.
Okay.

I'm just saying, when
it comes to these things,

there are
two kinds of people.

Ah, so no one's ever
in the gray area?

Okay, when you were
in kindergarten,

saltines or grahams?

Grahams.

Oatmeal or chocolate chip?
Oatmeal.

I rest my case.

Well done, Counselor.

All right, look, I think we've
established beyond a doubt

that I am not a tat guy.

I suppose I'm not
a Ferrari guy, either?

Or Lambo or Bentley or Maserati.
Uh-huh.

But you, on the other hand,
you are a supercar guy.

That goes without saying, G.

Uh-huh.

Faziz.

He may have
his goon squad nearby.

No, this is
his legitimate business.

Wouldn't make sense
to resist two federal agents

that just want to ask
a couple questions.

Outside now.

How long you been
undercover, Tom?

Three hard-earned months,

which you could
have ended badly.

Special Agent G. Callen, Special
Agent Tom Panetti, Homeland.

We were on a joint
task force together.

Is he watching us?

He is.

What are you doing here?

Your boy Faziz is connected
to a guy named Martin Lake.

We have a dead intelligence
officer at a rehab center

he owns with scopolamine
in his body.

Faziz made a loan
to Lake recently.

All right. I'll check it out
and get back.

Play you off to Faziz
as muscle for a guy

he's having problems with.

In the meantime, do me a favor
and stay the hell away?

Appreciate it, Tom.

Lucky you spotted me.

Luck had nothing to do with it--
all I saw was

someone who wouldn't be buying
one of these cars.

See what I'm saying?

Wasn't talking about him.

Uh-huh.

Goes without question, huh?

Shut up.

40 grams of sugar.

Congratulations,
you're sober.

Now you have blood sugar-induced
depressive episodes.

What else you got?

Oh, look at that--
coronary in a can.

Are you related
to Gordon Ramsey?

You might be

the cook, but I'm here to ensure

that what you put
on people's plates

meets the nutritional
requirements

that promote healthy lifestyle.

Do you understand that?
Where's Bonnie?

Because she never had
a problem with anything.

Bonnie is dealing
with some issues--

mainly high blood pressure,

elevated cholesterol,
and, oh,

off-the-charts
triglyceride levels.

Hi, Chef.
Hey, Peggy.

See?

It's nice to see someone making
healthy food choices around here.

She's the only one who
eats the damn things.

You'll have individual therapy at 11:00,
followed by acupressure

or Reiki, depending on your
counselor's assessment.

Great. Uh, the brochure
said we get to surf,

so do we get to surf?

Well, times vary for
elective activities.

After lunch, there'll be
trauma regression with EMDR,

equine or aqua therapy,

and then you have either yoga
or meditation before dinner.

Oh, "Fierce Yoga"--
that's, uh,

that's awesome.

We don't usually
recommend that

for those still
going through detox.

It's quite stressful.

But we might be able
to make an exception

in your case, because you won't be
going through any physical withdrawal.

No. Yeah, no,
right, of course.

Yeah.

I know you may be feeling
out of place, dear,

but let me assure you,
sex addiction is real.

What's up?

So, I thought about it,
and having a rose tattoo

does not make you Bambi.

Well, you know what roses have.

Thorns?

Yep.
Oh, wow.

First Guns N' Roses,
and now Poison.

Well, I heard Kensi and Deeks talking
about Jermaine Stewart,

so I thought it
was '80s week.

This would've been
a lot harder

to pull off in the '80s
with videotapes.

Okay,

so the digital time code of
the Tranquility Villa front gate

was altered.
Which got me thinking,

what other footage
might have been altered?

Okay, time code
on this claims

that it's from Leonida's
room last night.

Let me guess: it's not.

And if there was anything
incriminating on the real footage,

he would have trashed it.

He would think he trashed it.
Hm.

Time to do some
virtual Dumpster diving.

Yep.

Kensi, we need you to get

Lake's computer online.

Oh. You know what?
I can't work like this.

Where is Mr. Lake's office?

End of the hall.

Dreamcatcher on the door.

I know.
If you have any questions,

feel free to ask,
about anything.

As you can see, we take
our privacy policy

very, very seriously.

Okay, Eric, we're good to go.

Downloading.

- Okay.
- I'll take care of it.

Thank you.
Of course.

Hi. Mr. Lake,
I'm the fill-in nutritionist.

I know who you are.
What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just sending
an e-mail to our office.

They require
daily inventory reports.

Why the hell are you
using my computer?

Oh. Bonnie said
it would be okay.

Well, it's not okay;
I have private files on there.

Just a few more seconds.
Oh. I'm not...

trying to look
at your files, Mr. Lake,

I was just sending my report.

You know what?
Actually, um,

it's good that I bumped
into you, because, uh....

we have some serious
issues with the cook.

Marcus is a great guy
and all, but, um,

I've seen healthier pantries
on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.

Yeah.
Yeah, not...

the best example we want
to be setting, is it?

Well, I don't care
what Bonnie said, it isn't okay.

Please, stay the hell
out of my office.

Got it.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

What do we know, Hetty?

I informed SECNAV
that, uh, Mr. Leonida's death

is highly suspicious.

I hope that helps
with the need-to-know.

Indeed it does--
unfortunately,

it brings up
more questions than answers.

Mr. Leonida was a high-level
I.T. security officer.

- How high?
- Privy to intel

that would allow hackers
access to anything,

from troop movements
and base security details

to locations and schedules
for diplomatic visits.

Hmm. Do you hear anything
from Panetti's people?

Homeland got back.

Martin Lake is not
involved with Faziz.

What about the loan?

Nothing more than gratitude
for helping his son.

If Lake's not working
with Faziz, who is?

Well, we may have someone
who can help with that.

I pulled this
from Lake's hard drive.

He thought he trashed it.

It's from a security
camera in the upstairs hallway

of the Tranquility Villa
the night Gary Leonida died.

Room 5.

It's Gary Leonida's.

One hour before the
coroner's time of death.

Mr. Deeks needs
to find this young lady.

Hey.

Hey.
I saw your...

shirt-- "Fierce Yoga."

Spend a lot of time
down at the one on Olympic.

My clothes were trashed
when I got here.

A counselor gave me the shirt.

I actually hate yoga.

Wow, that's...
that's hilarious.

Well, if we're being honest,
I don't really like it, either.

I just go down there to...

I go down there
to pick up women.

The sex addiction thing.

Yeah. The sex addiction thing.

What's that like?
Um...

you know, everybody
thinks it's a joke...

and sadly, it's not.

Everybody thinks I'm off,
like, partying with hot chicks,

but really, it's just...

me cruising the nasty parts
of Hollywood late at night

just looking for a fix.

I mean, like, any fix.

Sorry, I didn't mean...
No, no.

That's why we're here, right?

It's interesting, too,

because I didn't even think
that I had an addiction.

One of my friends invited me
to an open AA meeting.

I'm sitting there listening
to this girl share,

and she's obviously,

you know, she's talking
about drugs, but...

our stories
are the same.

And she was headed here,
and so...

you know...

here I am.

Two addicts relating to another.

And now you're
in rehab together.

No coincidences.

It's crazy, too, because I
really wanted to talk to her.

I-I haven't seen
her anywhere, though.

What's her name?

That's, uh, that's
a damn good question.

I don't actually know her name.
She just, she was blonde,

with these-these purple...
purple streaks in her hair.

Heather.

Heather.

She went AWOL last night.

She went AWOL last night.

Do you have any idea
where she went?

No idea. But... all she ever
talked about was the Strip.

Strip-- that's her scene, huh?
She liked

partying it up with celebutantes
on her trust fund credit card.

Probably holed up
at the St. James

or The Standard
with an eight ball.

More like the Chateau.

Said she was
the queen of that place.

Queen of the Chateau.

Listen, I don't, uh...

I don't know you at all,
I don't know what's going on

with your life, but...

you seem like
a pretty fantastic person,

and I'm glad
you're getting help.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Her name is Heather Williams.

If she checked in,
it's not under her name.

What about her car?

Uh, white Beamer, 3 series,

vanity plates:
"One Like To Party."

"1LK2PRTI."

Room number.

- Federal agents!
- Federal agents!

Go.

Thank you.

Get off of me!

Please! Help me!

I'm a federal agent.
Take my hand.

Heather...

take my hand.

Come on,
you got it.

Come on.

I got you.

Come on.

My room was down the hall from
Gary Leonida's at the rehab.

That night I was headed
for the kitchen

when Gary's door opened
and Phil came out.

You recognized him?

He's the new
meditation teacher.

He had just come in
for that day.

Did you see Gary?

He was loaded.

There was a bottle
of pills on the table.

The way Phil
was looking at me...

I've seen enough drug deals to
know that this dude was trouble.

Was there anybody else
in the room?

I don't think so.

When he came after me,
I just... bolted.

I ran down to PCH.

I hitched a ride to my house
and got my car.

You went to the Chateau.

I didn't know...
what was happening,

but I knew it wasn't good.

I figured he might
know where I lived.

I called

one of my connections...

and I actually hung up
before he answered.

Can you believe that?

I really was trying
to get clean this time.

You are getting clean.

You hung up.

You just got through one

of the most stressful periods
of your life without using.

That's huge.

Then why do I feel so shaky?

Because you're new to this--
and that is why you need help.

No way. I'm not
going back there.

I wouldn't suggest you do.

There are many other places.

We know people who can
help you find them.

Okay.

This is Phil,
our "meditation teacher."

Real name:
Robert Hayes.

Part-time lecturer at
Sherman Oaks College.

Advanced degree
in computer science.

House in West L.A.

Arrests for unlawful assembly
and resisting arrest,

mostly at sit-ins
and demonstrations.

He's political.

Hayes is a member of
the Homeland Defense League,

an ultra-right wing
extremist group.

Their manifesto states
that nation-building

is not only
a waste of time,

but "a criminal act
akin to treason""

"That all of Pakistan
and Afghanistan

should be removed
from the face of the earth"?!

"Their so-called
'civilians' be damned."

They believe no one
in those countries is innocent.

- Sound familiar?
- Yeah.

Same reasoning Al-Qaeda uses

to justify attacking civilian targets.
So now we know

what he wants--
the question is,

how's he gonna do it.
Well...

the intel he got from Gary
Leonida has got to be connected.

And important enough
to make sure that Heather

didn't connect Hayes
with Leonida.

I think it's time we pay
Mr. Hayes a friendly visit.

Federal agent!

Clear.

Clear.
Sam.

Eric...

I'm online
on Robert Hayes's computer.

I see it.

- Pakistani tribal region.
- Something tells me

they're not looking for places
to send Ramadan cards.

Unless they attach it
to one of these.

This is not good.

How not good is "not good"?

Very, very not good.

It looks like Hayes used
the intel Gary Leonida gave him

to gain control of a U.S.
Predator drone over Afghanistan.

While a drone's
in flight,

it sends back
continuous information

on an encrypted frequency

to the person controlling it
on the ground.

That includes GPS coordinates
that the drone acquires

from several satellites.

If a hacker has
the encryption code,

he gets into the brain
of the drone

and sends a false GPS signal
back to the ground.

It's called "spoofing."

So the operator thinks
he's sending the drone one place

when, in fact,
the hacker is sending it

wherever he wants it to go.

Or they launch
its missiles

on an unsuspecting target.

Mm-hmm.
Now... it's not fail-safe.

The drone has a
camera onboard,

so if the operator's alert
and the terrain begins

to look suspicious,
he'll realize that the drone

isn't going where it should be.

Any way to override it?

Unfortunately, no.
The drone has to be

physically taken out,
and we have no way of knowing

which one they'll even attempt to access.
Not to mention

which target they'll
launch its missiles on.

Well, we gotta ground
all these drones.

Easier said than done,
Mr. Deeks.

There are dozens of
UAV's in the region,

all under various commands,
within the Navy alone.

Even if they agree
to ground them,

which, given our current lack
of verification is doubtful,

it cold take hours.
We've got to find Hayes.

Indeed, Mr. Callen,
the sooner the better.

This could be a long shot,
but there's something

in his browsing history
that he deleted.

Well, that he thought he deleted.
A couple

of hours ago, Hayes
did a search for motels in Hollywood.

He only accessed
one site-- um,

the Holiday Lodge on 3rd.

Moving.

I got a rear window,
probably a bathroom.

Whenever you get
the urge, Deeks.

Would have been better if we
could've taken Hayes alive.

Chances are, he's not the only
extremist in the group

willing to take this
to the next level.

Key word is "extremist."
They don't usually

just put their hands
in the air and surrender.

He had a laptop
open on the desk.

If we were a few
minutes later...

But we weren't.

Problem, Callen.

Talk to me, Eric.

Someone just spoofed
a Predator drone

over the Baluchistan province
of Afghanistan.

They have lost
complete control of it.

This was a setup.

Hayes had someone else.

Someone else had Hayes.

Offered him up as
a sacrificial lamb to divert us.

What's the target?

Their guess is

a small village just across

the Pakistani border.

Pakistan-- that's a
political nightmare.

It gets worse.

The village is
the childhood home

of the Pakistani ambassador
to the United States.

Is SECNAV scrambling jets?

She already has,
but there's no guarantee

they'll get there on time.

ETA to strike range?

About...
90 minutes.

Is that enough time
to evacuate?

Maybe.

But doing so would require us

to admit to the Pakistanis

that we have a rogue drone
in their airspace.

We have gone over

every byte on Hayes's
home PC and laptop.

Other than
his two dead associates,

there is no evidence
of a coconspirator.

No. There has to be
a connection to someone.

If it's not on the computers...

Then it's got to be at his home.

Callen, the drone

just crossed over
to Pakistani airspace.

"She's the only one
who eats the damn things."

What?

- Put your hands in the air!
- Back away from the desk!

Hands behind your back.

If we'd been
a couple seconds later...

- But we weren't.
- Either way,

- I'm not a nutritionist.
- Nope.

And I don't have
a problem with sex.

Eh...

Peggy did
all the intakes.

She knew Leonida's background
on naval intelligence.

She also coordinated
all the per diem workers

and arranged for Hayes to come
in as the meditation teacher.

And altered the security
footage time code.

Homeland Defense League was
all over her laptop history.

Once we had Heather in custody,
Peggy knew it was

just a matter of time
before we were onto Hayes.

So she set him up, knew
what motel he was staying at,

and put it
in his browsing history.

But at the end, a nutrition bar
wrapper blew her cover.

Uh-uh, no, no.
Kensilina blew her cover.

Thank you.

So, what's up?

You want
to get a beer, talk tattoos?

You know what?

I'm over the tat thing.

Good.

Talk to me about body piercing.

Hey, uh, are you...
are you hungry?

Oh, yeah.
What do you feel like?

Uh... I don't know,
I was thinking,

you know, something
like tacos, maybe.

Perfect.

Perfect.

What's wrong?

This is
not exactly

"something like tacos""

What are you talking about?

This is nouveau
Southwestern cuisine

with a little French flair.

You know, it may not
be tacos exactly,

but it has its origins in tacos,

like a croque-monsieur
has its origins in ham.

You know what
I'm talking about.

This is nice.

Really nice.

I know. I was thinking
about stealing plates.

Deeks...

Okay, and that's
a problem because...?

Because once again you're
trying to say something

without actually saying it.

And it's driving
me nuts.

I think you lost me.
No.

I don't think I did.

I think you know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Do I?
Damn it, Deeks,

you asked me out on a date

without actually
asking me out on a date.

Now, if this keeps
going this way

and we can't communicate,
and we've been over this--

you never say what you mean,
and if this is the way it's gonna be,

then I don't know how
we're ever gonna--

I don't want to be here
with you right now.

What?

I want to be at my place,
right now...

with you.

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