Gotcha. Aisle 17.
[CLATTERING NEARBY]
It slipped.
GUARD 1: They're in the warehouse.
GUARD 2: Let's get them! THIEF 1: Move!
GUARD 1: Go and search the aisles. GUARD 2: Right away, sir.
GUARD 1: Secure the northwest exit, corporal.
Do it now. Move!
GUARD 3: Halt!
Drop your weapon!
Drop it!
[GRUNTING]
South exit! Now!
- Go! Go! Go! - Where's Asher?
Drive!
Oh, good morning.
Now, that is some serious retail therapy.
You break up with that guy?
She broke up with a guy.
You don't know.
You stopped eating tofu scrambles and doing extra crunches at the gym.
You know what that means? So long, brother.
These are your personalised survival kits.
DEEKS: What's in these? CALLEN: You brought survival kits?
SAM: No offense, but survival kits are for urban sissies
who don't know how to make a flotation device out of a pair of pants.
Or how to extract the venom of a horned viper
using only a twig and a shoelace.
Or how to make a latte without soy milk.
Last night's tremor made me realize you never know when big one will hit.
There was an earthquake last night?
Crack of dawn. Shook me right out of bed.
You guys didn't feel it?
- I was on a run. - Deep sleeper.
You forget, I'm from California.
We don't get out of bed for anything less than a six.
Okay, see, that is the problem.
Everyone is so blas� about earthquakes in this city.
You need to be prepared.
Know what? Kensi's got a point. Doesn't hurt to have supplies on hand.
I got a crank radio, MRE's and some iodine tabs.
Flashlight.
Sweet KA-BAR.
Uh, SPF-70 sunblock, ChapStick and a seafoam-green Slanket?
Really? What are you trying to say here?
Come on, everyone knows you're a little delicate.
I'm not delicate. I'm sensitive.
And my lips get chapped because we live in a desert.
[AIR HORN WAILS]
- Yeah, right. - We got a case.
Awesome air horn, Kens.
DEEKS: Really, Kensi? Eric gets a cool air horn and I get cuticle clippers?
You whine like a baby every time you get a hangnail.
Okay, in all fairness, that happened once and it really hurt.
There was a break-in at the Marine base
at Pendleton last night.
A secure facility housing sensitive materials was compromised.
NELL: This particular warehouse serves as a depot
for anything moving in or out of the base.
CALLEN: Interesting choice with the masks.
God, I hate clowns.
DEEKS: Portable ID card writer.
They came prepared.
Eric, can you access that computer?
I'm working on it.
KENSl: It looks like they're looking for something specific.
- What is that? SAM: Night vision goggles.
Nell, you said this was a depot.
What else is inside there?
Uh, everything from office furniture to classified documents
to sophisticated laser-tracking systems.
We gotta figure out what these guys were really after.
Someone gave them access to this warehouse.
This is starting to feel like it's more than just selling black market goods.
HETTY: You know what that means.
Time for a field trip.
CALLEN: So they came in through the roof, broke through the security gate,
made their way down this aisle.
Over here, the clown opened this case of equipment
but he dropped it, which alerted the guards.
They didn't really have time to steal anything.
Technically, the clown got away with a pair of night vision goggles
until he got shot.
CALLEN: Yeah. - Searching the warehouse computer.
It's basically an inventory list of every item in the building.
- Any idea what they were looking at? NELL: Negative.
At any one time there's close to 30,000 crates in that place.
They were looking for something specific.
Yeah, but what?
I don't know.
We know a clown who does.
Well, the Marines said they couldn't wait
to hand this guy over to us.
That's never a good sign.
You guys can't do this. I should be in a hospital.
Somebody should be monitoring my leg.
Oh, I'm feeling faint. This is not a good sign.
Bobby, they took the bullet out. You're gonna be fine.
BOBBY: You never heard of hydrostatic shock?
Sepsis?
Oh, I feel feverish. Do I look feverish to you guys?
Okay, Bobby, listen, for the fifth time, just give us a name.
A name? How can I think of a name?
My whole life just flashed right before my eyes.
You guys ever get shot, huh?
Oh, right, probably, like, a hundred times.
Well, guess what? This is my first time.
And let me tell you guys something,
I didn't like it one bit. This has not been a good day for me, guys.
Hey, listen, Bobby, I'm sorry that you got shot in the leg
because that sucks.
Maybe you should have thought of that before you tried to steal weapons.
The sooner you give us a name, the sooner we all leave this room.
It's that easy.
- Is this place spinning? - My God.
Feel like I'm on a freaking merry-go-round, like at the fair.
That was in one of my flashbacks when I got shot.
Coney Island, my mom, my dad.
Know what? This is their fault. This is their fault.
I wouldn't be here if I had a happy childhood.
Oh, my shrink even called them "toxic."
- Bobby! - Oh, Lordy, see, honestly guys,
oh, I don't feel good.
The painkillers are wearing off. You think I can get a glass of water?
Got cotton mouth.
Oh, my God.
I cannot take this anymore.
This guy has been speaking non-stop. You heard it.
You should be used to that.
What? Was that aimed at me?
You saying I talk too much? That what you're implying?
Because, uh, I've never got that complaint before.
People say that I don't talk enough.
They say, "You're charming. Talk more.
You should double down with that talking because..."
I'm gonna shut up.
This guy doesn't wanna talk to us.
Maybe he wants to talk to someone else.
Kumani?
- Kumani. - Kumani?
Kumani. I don't know what that is.
But, uh, you guys can have all your secret words to yourself,
I'll just be...
What is it?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Mr. Asher, Richard Brown. I'm with the State Department.
This is Kumani Adembayo. He's with the Nigerian Embassy.
You need help moving money out of your country?
[IN NIGERIAN ACCENT] The documents.
What's going on?
Sign here.
What's this?
CALLEN: This is just a transfer of custody.
It turns out one of the crates that you broke into was Nigerian property.
The Federal Republic of Nigeria takes vandalism very seriously.
If you could just give me your John Hancock there.
What? No, no, no, I'm not signing that.
CALLEN: Yeah, well, um...
Well, it's really more of a formality for the government.
- I'll just go ahead. - You are right-handed?
Yeah, what does that matter?
Penalty for vandals and thieves in my country.
We take the dominant hand.
He is all yours.
What? I'm an American citizen. I have rights here.
Yes, but with the Patriot Act there's...
Let go of me. This is not cool. Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, I'll give you his name.
It's Stan King.
That will do.
NELL: Stan King.
Thirty-five years old and a world-class thief
suspected of some of the biggest jewelery and art heists
in the last decade.
FBI's been after him for years.
ERIC: Born into a wealthy family in San Francisco.
He's got a college degree from Berkeley and majored in...
Surprise... . Art History.
He's charming, cunning and, until now, flawless
in his execution of high-end gallery and museum jobs.
All right. So, what is Thomas Crown doing breaking into Pendleton?
Diversifying his business.
Black market military equipment?
It's pretty lucrative these days.
Something tells me we'll soon find out.
[GUN COCKS]
Put your hands up.
Turn around slowly.
Lose the mask.
KING [OVER TRANSMITTER]: Keep moving.
I shoot you, nobody even hears you die.
Maybe. But you're gonna mess up your antique Persian rug.
How did you get in here?
Skylight. Everybody forgets to alarm those.
Why do bad guys always have such awesome houses?
SAM: What's the matter, Deeks? You're not feeling your loft?
This guy's got his own hobbit's shire.
And my motion sensors?
Took them out.
How did you know the combination of my safe?
I didn't.
You cracked a two-Iock entry system in seconds.
Where did you learn to do that?
Misspent youth.
- Actually, I talked her through it. - Yeah, we never get credit.
ERIC: Or the glamour. KENSl: Beautiful place.
[CLEARS THROAT]
ERIC: Which is totally overrated because I love my job.
Love it.
How did you know about me?
Don't try and tell me that you staked me out.
- Bobby. - Asher?
He said you made him wear a clown mask.
Yeah, that's because he's a bozo.
He showed up at my doorstep with a bullet in his leg.
I thought, I'll let him bleed out but he owes me money, so...
He told you that I owed him money so you came to get it from me.
Well, you're a thief.
Figured you're not going to keep your cash in a bank. Heh.
What's your name?
Lisa Roberts.
Okay, Lisa, why don't you take me to Bobby?
I wanna hear the story from him.
Are you gonna give me the money he owes me?
Oh, you're gutsy.
You have no idea.
Too bad I won't get a chance to find out.
Well, it's your loss.
I would make it worth your while.
I'm sure that would be a wonderful few hours.
And then you'd rob me.
You're right, I do like my rug. Get off it.
- All right, let's go. - No, no.
She hasn't said the distress word yet.
- Isn't getting shot distressing enough? - She's okay.
She's my partner, I know her voice.
- Something's not right. - She's seducing him.
Maybe you never heard that voice before.
I'm worth a Shiraz oriental, if I'm not mistaken.
Oh, impressive.
But you're wrong. It's just a cheap repro.
Really?
Well, it's very good.
It's flat-woven, hand-dyed wool, 500 knots per square inch at least.
I don't wanna shoot you. Just take me to Asher.
And we'll talk about my money.
Okay.
You shouldn't leave your valuables out.
All good.
Okay, so just to clarify, when we said that Kensi was gonna seduce him
what exactly did we mean by that?
- You're jealous? - What? Of Kensi?
She's my partner.
Okay, whatever you say.
- She's my partner. CALLEN: Heh-heh-heh.
Seriously, though, I don't like this guy.
All set, Mr. Beale?
ERIC: Multiple cameras are set up.
I got the perimeter covered.
- Asher in place? - Yeah, but he's nervous.
[GAME BLEEPING]
[KENSI CLEARS THROAT]
KING: Nice digs you got here, Asher.
ASHER: I'm house-sitting.
Well, it looks like somebody's got some moves.
How did you get out of there?
Yeah, no thanks to you. They shot me.
The job has its hazards.
I thought we were supposed to be partners, man.
You know, all for one and one for all.
That's The Three Musketeers.
Look, I did everything just like you asked, you know?
I wanted to be the devil but no, no, you had to be the devil.
I had to be the stupid clown. And I did not want to be the clown,
- but you always make me the clown. - Bobby, shut up.
Tell me about your friend, here.
Lisa. We met on a job in Marina del Rey.
Yeah, it was a jewel heist.
Easy in and out.
The hotel heiress, she had a taste for the Burmese sapphire.
I was supposed to give Lisa her cut
but Daddy ran into bad luck at the tables in Vegas.
You're bad luck, Bobby.
You still owe me for the two jobs we did.
- So you sent her to rob me? - You robbed him?
I didn't say to rob him. Tell him that.
Yeah, all right. That part was my idea.
But since it was my money I don't really consider it stealing.
Hey, man, you know me. I would never steal anything from you.
I have morals.
Are you satisfied now?
Very.
[GRUNTS]
- Eric, what happened? ERIC: King just shot Asher.
Why did you shoot him?
Like I said, the job has its hazards.
Get rid of him and then we'll talk.
Oh, I might even have a job for you.
He's leaving. Stay with Kensi.
We'll take King.
You okay?
I didn't even have time to react.
That's because it came out of nowhere.
I should have seen it coming. My instincts are all off.
I completely misjudged King.
Why don't you hang out in the car.
- I'll take care of... - No, I'm fine.
You only say you're fine when you're not fine.
Fine.
As in, I'll wait out front for you.
[LINE RINGS]
HETTY: Yes? - Hetty, nail King on murder charges.
We need to arrest him now.
We can bring him in for murder anytime, Mr. Deeks.
For now, let's just see where he goes and what he does.
I want to know what he was after at that Marine base
and who, if anyone, hired him.
This could be a matter for National Security.
I'll send someone to take care of Asher's body.
And Kensi?
Keep an eye on her.
Okay.
What's wrong with this picture?
SAM: The fact that King just murdered someone
and now he's ordering a latte?
We're here, two cars back.
Kensi, you good?
Yep. Good.
CALLEN: He's got company.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
Girlfriend?
Eric. Sending you some photos.
- Need an ID on the redhead. ERIC: Got it.
Looks like they're talking business.
Short meeting.
I got the redhead.
Of course you do.
Any luck with the mystery woman?
Still tracking her.
Oh, boy.
Problem, Miss Jones?
Yeah, major.
Looks like someone's been digging through Kensi's legend.
And it's more than just a look-see.
They're online now.
Whoever it is has gone through her last five years of income tax returns
and is now sifting through her employment records.
It must be King.
Well, if it is, he's looking for something very specific in Kensi's backstopping.
HETTY: King's a pro.
He's not gonna be satisfied until he knows for sure
that Kensi is who she says she is.
Well, our records go back about eight years
but at the rate he's looking, we're gonna run out of material very soon.
Then I'd suggest you both get back to work quickly.
Gentlemen,
I need you to put an end to King's web surfing. Immediately.
We're on it.
- Deeks, stall her. - Got it.
[GROANING]
Oh, my knee!
- Oh, you just... - Are you all right?
Oh, my gosh. What are you doing? You just crashed into me.
Oh, I am so sorry. You came out of nowhere.
- Not even looking? - No, I was.
- I was walking, you just pulled back. - I'm sorry.
DEEKS: You on your phone? WOMAN: No.
DEEKS: Were you Twittering? WOMAN: I don't know what that is.
ERIC: King is still blowing through Kensi's cover.
We're going as fast as we can but he's just not stopping.
- Hey. KING: Hey.
- Watch where you're going, man. CALLEN: You just stopped.
I stopped? You're texting, not watching where you're going.
What is your problem? Look.
Sorry about that, man. Guy knocked into me from behind.
I wouldn't have if you didn't stop for no reason.
Really? So this is my fault?
You had the coffee, okay? I'm just saying.
Look, I'm sorry about this. I'm gonna get you a towel.
KING: I got it.
Hey, dude, I spilled a Red Bull on my laptop.
- Get out of here. - Fried the motherboard.
Get this checked out. My cousin's got a shop on Pico, a computer shop.
- I'll call him. - I'm good.
- I'll give you his number. - I'm good.
I'd get that checked out.
I swear, I checked my mirror. I just didn't see you.
My career is over.
You might as well just hand another endorsement to Beckham.
Are you a footballer?
Well, this is America, so we call it soccer.
But, yeah, I just got drafted.
- Awesome until seven seconds ago. - Oh, my God.
Guys, the woman is Patricia Dunn.
She's a British national working in L.A. For the Hasperg Auction House.
Connection to King?
Big time.
She sold several pieces of expensive artwork for him.
HETTY: Mr. Deeks, bring her in. - Okay.
- Okay, what? - Okay, we need to talk.
L.A.P.D.
I have known guys like Stan before.
They're charming and they're seductive but they're dangerous.
He killed his partner, a guy named Bobby Asher,
shortly before he met with you today.
Oh, my God.
DEEKS: We know that King's got you involved
in fraudulent activities at the auction house.
Tell us what you know and when we hand you over to the L.A.P.D.,
we will make sure that they know you cooperated.
When I met Stan,
he was everything I ever wanted.
You met him at the auction house?
DUNN: Two years ago.
We were dating about three months when he asked me for a favor.
He wanted me to change the provenance of a painting
to lower its value, so he could buy it at auction.
And you did it.
He claimed it was because he loved the painting.
And then he turned around and sold it for a profit.
From there, it went to falsifying manifests,
altering insurance claims.
By the time I realized he was just using me, I...
You were in too deep.
When you met with him today,
you tried to give him this blank bill of lading.
He contacted me a couple of weeks ago
to say he needed my help getting something out of the country.
- What did he want you to move? - He didn't say.
He ever mention anything about smuggling weapons?
Never.
Why didn't he take the paperwork from you today?
He said he no longer needed my assistance.
So that's it?
He also said
this was going to be his last job.
And then we'd celebrate
with a holiday in the Caribbean.
HETTY: How did it go with Miss Dunn?
I believe her. She's made mistakes in the past.
We handed her over to L.A.P.D. For processing.
Eric, any leads on what King was looking for at the warehouse?
Well, the blank bill of lading is actually tied to a cargo container
scheduled to depart for Hong Kong tomorrow.
So I took a shot. I ran a vector search of the warehouse records
against anything having to do with China, and I found this.
Li Tan is a Chinese dignitary
suspected of infiltrating our stealth program.
He was deported two weeks ago.
Tan's personal belongings are being held in the warehouse
pending a forensic review.
Hey, guys.
Okay, so we've been looking for another angle into King.
And?
Turns out several of King's partners died
shortly after they completed their suspected heist.
So his MO is to get rid of his partners after the job's done.
Just like he did with Asher.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
It's King.
- Hey. KING: Hey. You get rid of Asher?
KENSl: Of course I got rid of Asher. You owe me.
KING: Good. My apologies.
Got a job. Meet me in an hour at my house.
Near the parking garage.
- Okay. - Don't be late.
He wants me to meet him at his house.
Said he has a job for me.
- When? - One hour.
This guy is a cold-blooded killer.
You could be walking into a trap.
I'm gonna be with you every step of the way.
Even if you don't see me, I'll be there.
He caught me off-guard once. It's not gonna happen again.
I know.
Let's go.
Okay.
DEEKS: We good?
She's in.
KING: Wow, you clean up well. KENSl: Thanks.
KING: Come on out to the pool.
- Do you want a drink? KING: No, thank you. I'm fine.
- What's the job? - Heh.
Not so fast. Don't you think we should get to know each other better first?
KENSl: The least I know about you the better it is for the both of us.
KING: You're assuming that we shouldn't trust each other.
I don't trust anyone.
Especially not you.
I saw you kill your last partner.
Well, Bobby worked for me but I would hardly call him my partner.
Okay, whatever he was.
I just wanna know my part of the job: Get in, get out, get paid.
But wouldn't it be far more interesting to have a drink and tell each other lies.
Soda water, ice.
Wow, living on the wild side.
So your choice.
We talk about infrared motion sensors or we share our sad stories
about how we started stealing for a living.
Well, motion sensors fascinate me.
- That tells me one thing about you. - Oh, yeah? What's that?
You definitely need to get out more.
We got company.
[CAR ENGINE HUMMING]
Eric, we got two cars.
Need ID on the plates.
CALLEN: Uploading them now, Eric. - Got it.
Okay, first car is registered to Michael Connor.
Connor did time for grand theft and forgery.
He's suspected of robbing a gallery in Monaco with King.
And the second car?
NELL: It's registered to Kevin Morris.
Arrested for armed robbery.
CALLEN: King's putting the band back together.
Guys, they've got Patricia Dunn.
I thought she was handed over to L.A.P.D.
She was. They must have released her.
She could blow Kensi's cover.
No, maybe not.
She should know Kensi is on her side.
If she stays cool, Kensi will be okay.
Glad you could make it.
There's some cold drinks and some food inside.
Go in and help yourself.
I haven't been up here in a while. You've been doing some decorating.
I have.
Give you a tour later. It's good to see you.
Kev.
So thanks for coming.
I didn't exactly have much choice, did I?
Yeah, sorry about that.
Okay. L.A.P.D. Released her.
Charges pending.
Well, just relax, go inside, have a drink, okay? I'll join you in a minute.
And don't worry, I'll explain everything to you.
All right.
Hi.
[GASPS]
NELL: Whoa, what just happened? - I don't know. I completely lost her.
Eric, we're aborting mission. We're going in.
Stay down!
[CREW CHATTERING]
SAM: Three victims.
Only one woman.
DEEKS: But it's not Kensi.
No sign of her or King.
She suffered fourth degree burns over her entire body.
But her facial structure's still intact enough
that we should be able to ID her.
It's Patricia.
We gotta find this guy.
CALLEN: Hey, guys.
Kensi was in the water. She could have survived.
The blast was more flammable than concussive.
That would explain why we lost contact with her.
King's computer.
What do you think?
Job for Eric.
Any luck?
Well, the shell is completely fried.
But the motherboard is miraculously more or less intact.
Only problem is it's water damaged.
I'm trying to extract everything I can from the hard drive.
Long story short, it's not looking good.
Well, keep at it, Mr. Beale.
So I searched through all the traffic cam footage in a two-mile radius
around the time of the explosion but got nothing.
That hill to the south, they could have escaped that way.
Right. There are several fire roads from King's house
up into the canyons without cameras,
so it's possible he could've gotten away with Kensi.
King is cleaning house.
He's gotten rid of his entire crew, including Patricia.
Everyone but Kensi.
Maybe he's on to us, maybe he's gonna use Kensi as a hostage.
Either that or he needs her for her skills.
For one last job.
He told Patricia the job was canceled.
SAM: No, he told her he no longer needed her services.
He didn't say the job was canceled.
I got it. King received an e-mail from Li Tan,
the Chinese spy whose belongings are being held at the warehouse.
This was sent two days ago.
It's a blank message with an attachment:
A Chinese dragon.
Seems like a lot of work for a tacky green dragon statue.
Unless, it isn't the dragon statue, but what's inside.
One last job.
KENSl: Wait.
They've installed PIR sensors.
KING: Okay, recalibrate the settings. It'll give us three minutes.
Go.
KENSl: Go.
What exactly are we looking for?
KING: Here.
Let's go.
Freeze! Federal agents!
Put your hands up where we can see them.
You good, Kens?
- Better now. KING: Oh, man.
Let me go or she's dead.
Drop the weapon. You got nowhere to run.
Drop it!
Okay, will one of you shoot this guy?
KING: Stay back.
[GRUNTING]
Nice try.
See that right there, that's for hitting my partner.
Like you said, job has its hazards.
- Oh, that really hurts, huh? - Yeah.
ERIC: So the FBI has been working the case from their end.
It turns out that Tan, the Chinese spy who hired King
had a contact at the DoD, an engineer.
He was working on a highly classified stealth bomber project.
He embedded the stealth bomber technology inside the jade statue.
Which is why the Chinese
wanted King to retrieve the statue before the U.S. Government
conducted its forensics review and found the hidden intel.
Did they arrest the leak?
Officers are on their way outside Arlington, Virginia as we speak.
I just got off the phone with SECNAV.
The U.S. Government will be returning the dragon statue
along with the rest of Tan's belongings in the morning.
- What about the stealth technology? - It's taken care of.
Let's just say that the Chinese stealth bombers
won't be wheels up for some time to come.
Good job, everyone.
And good night.
ALL: Good night. - See you, guys.
NELL: Night.
You know, I don't know about the rest of you but I'm starving.
Dinner on you, G?
Anywhere but Chinese. You guys in?
Rain check. Can't really chew.
I think I'm gonna go home and spend some quality time with my Slanket.
Suit yourselves.
You know, I'm thinking of bone-in fillet, maybe a juicy porterhouse.
- Always trying to milk it. - Is it truffle season yet?
A couple of ground rules here. No weird expensive fungi.
No eggs that don't come from a chicken.
No Scotch that's older than you or me.
I can still order a seafood tower.
- You okay, Kens? - I'm fine.
Good. I'm good.
When I can feel my jaw, I'll be really good.
[KNOCKING]
- What are you? - Was gonna call but I was out front,
so it seemed kind of, uh, redundant.
Come in.
Wow, you just finish taping an episode of Hoarders?
Ha-ha-ha.
- Is there a reason why you're here? - I've got dinner.
I got me a burger and I got you a smoothie.
I'll take a beer.
Okay.
Really, Top Model? Why does every girl love this show?
Because it is awesome.
How is that a TV show?
They're about to start the judging.
Mm. Look at this, huh?
Can't get any better than this.
Turkey burger. Top Model.
Can you open my beer for me, please?
Thank you.
[KENSI BELCHES]
DEEKS: Sweet.