No.
Come on, Robin!
Let's go! Let's go!
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What's up?
What...?
Sorry. What? I said, what...?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I just couldn't help it.
She's just... she's just so pretty. Uh-huh.
What case is this for?
This, my friend,
is the case for Marty Deeks living a life
of freedom on the open road.
This is your bike?
All 865 cc's of her military green 1100.
Maybe you can, uh... you can pet her if you want to.
Hetty know about this?
What? No.
What? Like I need
Hetty's permission to buy a motorcycle?
Please.
What the hell is that?
That beauty goes with my new ride.
You bought a motorcycle?
He... he bought a motorcycle?
He did indeed.
Does Hetty know you bought a motorcycle?
I see what's happening here. I'm excited about my bike,
and you're trying to deny me that pleasure for your own
cruel amusement, like the pack of jackals that you are.
He doesn't know the rule. What?
You didn't tell him the rule?
I didn't think I had to.
He's your partner. You should be telling him the rules.
He is still in the room.
Hi. How are you? What's the rule?
NCIS agents work hard and play safe.
No matter how much danger
we put ourselves in at work,
when we're off the clock, we don't take unnecessary risks.
Are-are you... are you kidding me?
'Cause yesterday, I jumped on a speeding train,
took out a psychopath with a flamethrower,
and that was all before breakfast. Yeah.
And when the train stopped, I got you a bran muffin.
That was a good muffin. You know what?
It's not a problem. Okay. Thank you.
All he has to do is get rid of that bike before Hetty sees it.
No, no, no. We're not getting rid of anything.
I just got it. It has 12 miles on it.
That'll make it easier to sell. - Exactly. - I'm not selling it!
How come I never heard of this rule before?
Probably because you're not really an NCIS agent.
- Ooh! Touché. - Yeah.
Still, not how you use the word "touché,"
but you're getting better.
You know what? Let me settle this
once and for all. Hetty, hi.
Can, I, uh...
ask you a question?
No.
No, as in, I can't ask you a question?
No. Upstairs. There's a case.
You're not even curious of what the question is?
No.
Okay. I cherish these
conversations.
Feel like we're really bonding as a couple.
What do we have, kids?
Forcible abduction in broad daylight.
This just happened.
Oh, man.
- Ouch. - LAPD isn't
releasing her name until they can notify next of kin, but
thanks to her race registration number, we've ID'd her
- as Robin Henson. - She Navy?
No, but her boyfriend was.
William Garret He was an intelligence officer.
He specialized in highly-classified
drone navigation design.
Wait. So, "was" or "is"?
Was. He took an early discharge from the Navy just last week.
Why?
Not sure.
The file doesn't give an explanation.
Oddly coincidental.
Kidnappers could have grabbed the girlfriend
to trade for Garrett's naval secrets.
Well, we're looking for the van.
No joy so far.
It's odd.
These guys picked the most public moment
in the most public place possible to grab her.
So, are they ruthless, brazen or just stupid?
Well, let's hope it's the latter and not all three.
Where's Garrett?
Well, he's not answering his home phone,
and his cell phone's in Koreatown.
- Not answering that, either. - Send us the address.
Kensi, Deeks, why don't you check out the crime scene,
see if there's anything else that can help us.
I gonna go see Hetty.
Keep looking for the van,
or anything else you can find
on Garrett and his girlfriend?
Got it. Yup.
Hetty, hey. I'm, uh...
heading out to the crime scene with Kensi,
but I just wanted to let you know officially that, uh,
Uncle Marty's back.
My head is right, I'm feeling good.
You know, feeling strong.
I could rock out 50 burpees for you
right now if you asked me to.
How's your heart?
My heart? My heart's great. Are you kidding me?
I'm running sub-five, 30 miles,
I got a new road bike,
thinking about doing the Malibu Ironman.
I'm like a... I'm like a Shaolin monk
with a... with a young bull,
mixed with, like, a very charismatic cheetah.
I meant your emotional center.
My emotional center?
I don't think I follow.
I'm pretty certain you do.
Okay, all right, let's just say for the sake of argument
that I do follow you.
Then, I would say that it's fine.
I'd say that it's better than fine. I'd say it's phenomenal.
I mean, you heard what I said about the Shaolin monk, right?
With the cheetah?
Okay.
I understand that you worry about me
more than the others.
Um, that's mostly because I'm your favorite.
Obviously.
Don't say otherwise.
It'll break my heart.
But I want you to know that I'm great.
I'm actually... I'm better than great.
Kensi's great.
I see.
What do you mean, you-you see?
Why, did Kensi say something other than you?
Because if she said something that contrasted that,
I think it's because, at this point, well,
it's-it's difficult to explain.
I think it's personal feelings at...
Now... Wow. No. I'm not
gonna fall for this. I'm not one of your other little minions.
I'm not gonna fall for your Jedi mind tricks.
Is it getting cold in here?
'Cause I feel like it just got, like, rapidly cold in here.
Like, I need, like, earmuffs 'cause my fingers are tingling.
Could be, um... early signs of Raynaud's.
What's that?
Look it up.
Better yet, get it checked out.
I will.
Nobody home.
No, we're not doing that.
It's a bad idea.
We've been through this before, and it didn't work.
Federal agents!
What the hell?!
William Garrett? Yeah.
Special Agent G. Callen,
Sam Hanna, NCIS.
Who are these people?
They work for me.
Doing what?
Software design.
We need to talk to you in private.
Yeah, sure. What's this about?
No, I-I told you this would happen.
Who are you? I'm Oscar Balsam. I'm his partner.
You told him what would happen?
That Uncle Sam was going
to use strong-arm tactics to shut us down.
Is that what this is about?
The only strong-arm tactics are the ones being used
by these men that kidnapped your girlfriend.
Oh, my God.
That's Robin.
Garrett's company is a software startup called ReduceQ.
He began it before joining the Navy,
and they've developed an app
that aggregates GPS data to predict wait times at
airports, different stores, the DMV, wherever.
That's useful, but it's hardly the stuff
kidnappings are made of. Is that it?
It's only thing they released.
There's nothing that could have any sort
of military applications?
Not unless it's still in development, and
if they do have something, they better launch it soon.
According to bank statements, they're about a month away
from having the lights turned off.
What about Garrett's phone records?
I'm going through them now,
but the only calls he received
since Robin's abduction were from LAPD and us.
Nothing from the kidnappers.
Oh, and no luck finding that van, either.
All right, keep looking, and check in with Kensi and Deeks,
see if they found anything.
On it.
Hi.
Uh, sorry that took so long.
I was stuck behind an old man on a scooter
for the past six blocks.
I'm sure he appreciated your patience.
Well, he flipped me off before I finally passed him.
He was probably just waving.
He called me a ginger bitch.
Yeah, I got nothing for that.
Mm-hmm.
Why weren't you answering your phone?
We go unplugged for the first hour of the day
in order to brainstorm without interruption.
What about your e-mails?
Anyone try to contact you?
For, like, a ransom? Why would they do that?
Well, it's possible the kidnappers want access
to your Navy intel on drone navigations
in exchange for Robin.
Oh, this is my fault.
It's no one's fault,
but we're going to need your full cooperation.
Yeah, sure.
What do you want me to do? You want me to send everybody home?
No, no. I want you to act like nothing happened.
William Garrett, Nell Jones.
She's one of our analysts.
She's gonna help us get your girlfriend back.
Hi. Hi.
May I see your phone, please?
So, I'll monitor your calls and e-mails,
check your hardware and servers,
to see if anyone's tried accessing your systems.
You need any help?
No. I'm good.
Let us know if the rest of them give you any trouble.
I think I'll be fine. I speak Geek.
These are my people.
So whoever grabbed this woman, Robin,
did so at the end of a ten-kilometer fun run?
Callen's right-- it's just weird.
Yeah. Who runs for fun?
Maybe they thought she'd put up less of a fight
because she was so tired.
Well, not to mention the Taser
and a ton of witnesses.
Well, they're obviously following her, right,
'cause they know she's on the run,
they know where the finish line is.
Maybe something forced their hand;
they had no choice but to grab her here
in front of all these people.
Unless they wanted people to see it happen.
I think we're done here.
Speaking of which...
I couldn't help but notice this morning
you neglected to acknowledge the fact
that you, too, own and operate a motorcycle.
"Speaking of which"?
How does that relate to anything we were just talking about?
Don't do that. Don't change the subject.
You just changed the subject.
So you admit that you have a motorcycle?
Yeah, for undercover work.
But I've seen you drive it on weekends.
You know what that is? That, my friend, is a double standard.
Okay, do you know how many
returning veterans have been killed on motorcycles?
You know how many surfers survive shark attacks?
What does that have to do with anything?
Exactly.
Look, deaths from motor vehicle collisions,
specifically motorcycles, are more prominent
than suicides and overdoses in returning veterans.
Five times the national average. Okay,
and I fully admit that it's a tragic statistic,
but it's irrelevant to me because I am not a combat veteran.
No, you're not, but you...
you went through a very traumatic experience.
Is that what this is about?
I know what I'm talking about. Okay?
Risky behavior is one of
the most common symptoms of posttraumatic stress.
Okay, maybe this isn't risky behavior.
Maybe I just read some Kerouac and saw Easy Rider
and I want to feel the wind in my hair.
You can't feel the wind in your hair
if you're wearing a helmet, genius.
You know what? Kensi...
you don't...
you don't have to worry about me.
Yes, I do. No, you don't.
Yes, I do!
You're my partner, Deeks.
It is my job to keep you safe.
Now, get in the car and...
put on your seat belt.
Yes, Mom. You got a kid's seat in the back?
Anything?
Not yet.
I think you've got some admirers.
Yeah, I tried asking them about Garrett's business practices.
And? They were more interested
in talking about my gun.
What's with that, guys and guns?
I think it's more about cute girls with guns.
Oh.
Is it just me, or does it look like
most of these guys share the same DNA as Eric?
You think?
It's creepy.
Yeah.
Someone's calling Garrett's cell.
You ready, Sam? Yep.
Hello?
I have something of yours.
Who is this?
I'm the guy babysitting your girlfriend.
Let me talk to her.
As soon as you give me what I want.
Tell him you want proof of life.
How do I know she's still alive?
You don't-- but if I wanted her dead,
I would have killed her already.
You've got one chance to save her.
I'll call back in an hour with details.
Make sure you're alone.
Tell me you got him.
Um...
Nell?
Got him!
Landline, fashion district. Send that address to my phone.
Tell Kensi and Deeks to meet us there.
And see if Eric can get eyes on the location.
Got it.
So, I'm putting on a bulletproof vest,
to charge into a hostile environment,
where some crazy-ass dudes are probably gonna shoot me, right?
Probably. Okay, so answer me this.
How is that safer than riding a motorcycle?
Because I am here to protect you. Oh, I see. So in that case,
if you rode in the back of said motorcycle...
Uh,
that's not gonna happen, because I don't have a death wish.
I don't, either. I lift with my knees,
I don't eat gum I found in the street,
and I never run with scissors. What?!
That was once, and I barely scratched you.
We got anything?
Yeah. Uh, no movement since we got here,
no sign of the van, neighbors haven't seen anybody go
- in and out in weeks. - Eric's trying to get eyes,
but we're in a traffic-cam dead zone.
That's probably by design.
Owner said that the last tenants left eight months ago.
It's been vacant ever since. Ground floor has two entrances,
front, back-- which one do you guys want?
- Front. - Oh, partners in sync.
God, I hope we're that adorable.
Just... walk.
Tried the front door-- it's unlocked.
Ditto. Ready.
On three.
One, two...
three.
Clear!
Clear.
Well...
that was uneventful.
See? Told you it was safer than a motorcycle.
Get out!
You okay?
Yeah, that was a lot safer than a motorcycle.
Looks like they rigged blasting caps
to the structural components of the roof.
Triggered it with a ten-dollar motion sensor.
Better model, we'd all be dead.
So, who was that meant for, us?
Maybe.
It may have been pre-rigged for the exchange.
Or a warning for anyone who tried to help Garrett.
Either way, I'd say these guys are pros.
Pros who are ready to kill innocent people.
So, I been digging around, trying to find someone
who may have a beef with William Garrett.
I think I found a possible suspect.
Jason Clarke-- he's a mechanical engineer
who served alongside Garrett and was recently reprimanded
for putting a baseball bat through Garrett's windshield.
What happened there? The report is not specific,
but I do see a check for $318
from Clarke to Garrett probably to pay for the damage.
That's fantastic. We got an address?
Better than that-- I have him being brought to the boatshed.
Nice. Update Callen and Sam.
- We will interrogate slugger boy. - Yes, ma'am.
Jason and I served together.
You two have issues?
No. God, it's been almost an hour.
Why haven't they called back?
If you and Jason Clarke didn't have issues,
then why'd he put a baseball bat through your car window?
I don't know. Maybe you should ask him.
We will.
What does it mean if they haven't called back?
They'll call. How do you know that?
Because they want something. But right now
I need you to focus so you can try and help us find her.
Why did he bust up your car? I don't know.
Maybe because he's a 'roid-raging hothead.
He was pissed off that I left the Navy.
Said it was an act of disloyalty.
Was it? No.
I'd had enough. Wanted to focus on my business.
He's one of those guys that blamed everybody else
for his problems.
What kind of problems? Passed over for promotions,
money, relationships, you name it.
Guy was a ticking time bomb.
He know Robin?
Not as well as he would've liked.
He'd hit on your girl while you were right there.
You know the type.
I hate that type.
It's been an hour.
Time's up.
Whoa.
What sort of top secret naval experiment
did you come from? Deeks, wh...
Have a seat.
Have a... seat.
You want to tell me why I'm here?
You know William Garrett?
Yeah. We served together.
Obviously not on a submarine.
His girlfriend,
Robin, was abducted this morning.
By who? Well, we were hoping
that you could help us out with that.
How the hell should I know?
'Cause you guys have a history. Evidently,
you went all Jose Conseco on him, put a baseball bat
through his windshield.
you went all Jose Conseco Are you trying to annoy me?
He doesn't have to try; he's naturally annoying.
It's a gift, really.
I don't like to talk about it.
Garrett's a selfish ass.
We served together. He developed some cool stuff,
but it was me and my guys who actually built it,
and worked out the bugs.
Because you have a degree in engineering?
Two.
Plus my PhD.
I can also tear a phone book in half
with my bare hands.
Wow, I imagine that comes in pretty handy
now that we're in the digital age.
Where do you even find a phone book at this point?
Do you get them off of eBay?
Listen, beach boy, anytime! Hey, sit down
and shut up!
And there it is.
If you had anything to do with this,
your next workout is gonna be in a prison yard.
Okay, okay!
I broke the guy's windshield. Big deal.
I paid for it.
All I wanted was a chance to cash in, too.
Cash in on what?
His start-up.
I wanted him to share the wealth.
It only seemed fair.
I helped him work out those bugs in the past.
Hang on a second. His company can barely stay afloat.
Then why'd the Navy let him out early?
What does that have to do with anything?
When a person in the military comes into a lot of money,
they can get permission to leave because it's felt
that their service is no longer a first priority.
Wait, that's an actual thing?
It's an unwritten... thing.
And it probably explains why Garrett's naval records
didn't give a reason for his early discharge.
But you said that Garrett's company hasn't made any money.
Right. It's about to.
We were out celebrating
when I asked him to be a part of it.
He got really condescending.
And I guess I got a little worked up.
How much money are we talking about?
$75 million?
I got a bad feeling about this.
I'm sorry. I missed it.
The wire transfer was still pending.
It just went through about 20 minutes ago.
Same time they were expecting the kidnappers to call back.
Where did the money come from?
Songshaw Holdings.
It's a venture capital firm out of Hong Kong.
Or at least that's where
it starts. The more I dig,
the bigger it gets and the more far east it goes.
Right into mainland China.
ReduceQ's app is not worth a fraction of $75 million.
The only thing worth that much
is what Garrett designed for the Navy.
The Chinese government could be behind this.
They create a shell company,
make a VC investment,
when, really, they're paying
for Garrett's naval intelligence.
So why kidnap Robin? Why not just buy the technology?
Because maybe Garrett figured it out.
He's a businessman; he's not a traitor.
I don't believe he would knowingly sell out
his own country.
Grab Robin to make sure he goes through with it.
That would explain why the kidnappers haven't made
another ransom call-- they've already been in touch.
So,
if Garrett now has the money,
does that mean the Chinese now have our drone technology?
I see.
I'll alert SECNAV.
Told you I had a bad feeling about this.
All right, Nell. Thanks. We're headed up now.
She's just skimming the surface of Garrett's servers,
but it looks like we were right.
He was at least discussing the drones with Songshaw Holdings.
I hate it when we're right.
I'm not convinced they’re gonna let Robin go.
Once they grabbed the girl,
they could trade her for the technology.
There's no need to pay him.
Well, maybe the money keeps him quiet.
$75 million? That's a lot of quiet.
But what do they gain by keeping her? Once they've got what they wanted,
she's no longer leverage. She's a liability.
It's almost like we're working two cases.
That's true.
Either way, he neglected to mention his recent cash flow
to federal agents.
I get the feeling there's a lot of things
this guy neglected to mention.
What do you got?
We've been monitoring Garrett's phone for a call
from the kidnappers, expecting them to call today.
Right.
Which they did-- or at least they wanted us to believe
that they did-- from that warehouse downtown.
But if the kidnappers had already been in touch
with Garrett like you think...
Then there would be evidence of earlier calls.
Exactly. So I trolled through all his recent phone records
looking for new numbers,
specifically anything that looked like a burn phone.
Et voilà.
It's only been used to make 13 calls in the last few days,
all of them to Garrett. Nicely done.
Where is it now? Thank you. That I do not know.
It is turned off. Can you switch it on remotely?
No, I cannot. But I can show you where it's been.
And that is all within a mile of where Robin was grabbed.
Tell, uh, Sam and Callen we're gonna go canvas the area.
Will do.
Good work. Thank you, Deeks.
You boys thinking of how you're gonna spend your $75 million?
I was just trying to convince him that...
there's a good chance Robin's still alive.
Is there? I believe the correct answer was,
"What $75 million?"
I'm afraid the time for you
playing stupid has expired.
Songshaw Holdings? The venture capital firm
that just wired ReduceQ $75 million this morning?
That's a lot of money to find out what the, uh, line
is like at Panda Express.
We didn't... We'd like to speak
- to our lawyer. - Oh, yeah?
Well, you better find one that specializes in treason
because you sold proprietary Navy technology to our enemies.
Hey, we didn't know. No,
you don't have to talk to them.
He's right. You don't. But you should.
We may be the last chance for you to see your girlfriend alive.
They wanted us to design affordable drone technology
for developing countries, to help with everything
from farming to environmental management.
But...
they kept asking us
to modify our design specs.
Eventually, it became clear they were trying
to appropriate our technology for military application.
So what did you do? We said no
and they kidnapped his girlfriend.
So, let me get this right. You handed over Navy secrets,
and they handed over $75 million
but decided to keep your girlfriend?
But they said that they would release her
once they verified the technology.
They also told you they were gonna use the technology
to help farmers.
Where'd you send it?
We didn't.
It was over two terabytes.
They were probably scared we were gonna track it.
We dropped it off in person.
When?
About 20 minutes before you got here,
I handed it over to a guy on the Venice boardwalk.
What did he look like?
Asian teenager.
Kid was on a freaking
skateboard.
I'm gonna need you to give Ms. Jones the exact location
of the handoff.
Kensi and Deeks just found a van
that matches the kidnappers' at a house in the canyon.
Did they find Robin? Not yet.
Hey. We can't tell if there's anybody inside,
but based on the kidnapping footage,
there should be at least three of them.
What are the chances this place is booby-trapped
like the last one? There were no cars
at the warehouse and nobody called us from here.
I don't think they're expecting us.
We still need to be extra careful.
Let's do it.
We got a runner!
What?
He look like a Chinese criminal to you?
Not even close.
I know what you're thinking.
But that was not risky behavior.
I was just about to jump out of the way.
What?
I got cat-like reflexes.
You're looking at the jungle cat.
Shut up.
Clear.
Now they got us doing it.
What's the word, Mr. Callen?
We had to take out three shooters,
most likely the kidnappers.
And Robin?
She was here. She's gone now.
Where do you think they took her?
They let her go.
Why do you think that, Nell?
Because I'm looking right at her.
You'll all be safer here until we figure out exactly
what's going on.
Can we get you something to eat or drink?
No, thanks.
Could you come with me?
He's just gonna ask her some questions
about what happened.
I'm fine now, Will. Okay.
Coffee? Yeah.
Please.
You, uh, find anything?
Nothing that suggests any of these guys were linked
to Songshaw Holdings or mainland China.
What about Garrett's drone technology?
Nothing yet. Balsam said he handed it to an Asian teen,
but we didn't find anybody here fitting that description.
We've been scanning beach cams for the handoff,
but so far we haven't found anything either.
Your dead guys, however, are a wealth of criminal information.
Everyone has a rap sheet, covering everything from...
B and Es to extortion. Unfortunately,
I can't find anything that links them to Garrett
- or the Chinese. - All right. Thanks.
Maybe Nell's found something on Garrett's servers that will.
Where are we, Ms. Jones?
Well, there's a lot of data here and it's all partitioned
in increasing levels of security,
some of which is proving difficult to breach.
So... We've connected all our computers
into a Beowulf cluster. Once you plug in,
you'll be slave to the master.
So to speak.
That sounds great.
Who are these guys?
Uh, Bryce and Fletcher. They work here.
I'm Bryce. He's Fletcher. Fletcher.
Oops. Sorry. Got 'em mixed up.
Civilians.
Well, keep looking.
Everyone slips up sooner or later.
I'm on it.
I felt something like a bee sting my back.
The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor of the van.
My hands were tied and they had blindfolded me.
I thought they were gonna rape and kill me.
Oh, come on. Does she have to do this right now?
The longer we wait,
the less likely we'll recover the technology.
I thought I was gonna die. Trust me. You wouldn't want to.
Why's that?
I embedded a worm in one of the programs.
It will remain dormant for 36 hours,
after which you need to initiate its disable code
or it'll cannibalize everything.
You're just full of surprises.
I envisioned where I wanted to be and I just prayed on it.
Where was that?
With Wil.
Imagine my surprise when they dropped me off
a block away from his office.
They just let you go?
I ran as fast as I could and...
here I am.
That's a rough day.
It's all okay in the end.
That's what I tell myself to get through the hard times.
Are we gonna be okay?
We're gonna do everything we can.
So, did you get a good look at these guys?
They always wore masks or kept me blindfolded,
so I-I never really saw their faces.
Did they have any sort of an accent? Did they smoke?
Did you hear any names, nicknames, anything?
I-I think one of them was Mick or Nick.
They tended to whisper around me.
We might not have to worry
about losing our drone technology.
Why is that? Garrett built in a virus.
He what?
He built in a virus.
It was to protect you.
What if they had found it?
Well, obviously, they didn't, or you might not be here.
But what happens when they do?
I mean, they paid
$75 million for that technology.
We'll never be safe now.
As long as you're here, you're safe.
Be right back.
I was only trying to protect her.
She's just upset.
Yeah, but she's right-- they're gonna want
their money back. Did you tell Robin
the deal was for $75 million?
Yeah. She knew.
We were gonna take an extended
vacation to celebrate once it was put to bed.
You can go back in with her.
Thanks.
Robin, are you okay?
I'm sorry... Kens,
What's up? I need you two to switch gears.
Find out everything you can on Robin Henson.
On it.
Robin, of course.
Okay.
There it is.
W-Would you like an espresso?
I make it from scratch.
I'm okay.
Thank you. Do you like kombucha?
It's better than caffeine.
Sometimes.
Eric.
What are you doing here? Hetty thought
you could use another set of hands,
from a professional.
Eric Beale.
Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
Oh, my God.
Are you two partners?
- Not really. - Yes.
Sometimes. Sort of.
It's classified.
So, where's your gun?
No, no, he doesn't need one.
That's right.
I could kill you with my pen.
Whatcha got?
Not much.
Robin... I had to.
She looks more angry than upset.
No, you didn't.
What do you got, Kens?
We originally identified Robin
from her California driver's license,
and once we linked her to Garrett,
we didn't look any further.
Not that it would've mattered,
because Robin Henson is completely backstopped.
Problem is, so is Kim Harris,
and before that, Kate Miller.
She got a police record that goes back 11 years
and links her to two of the guys we shot at the house.
She's been running a long con on Garrett.
To the tune of $75 million.
Thanks, guys.
You're welcome.
She knew Garrett was running a software start-up
and he was an expert in naval drone design.
Perfect cover and an easy target.
No wonder she's angry.
By trying to save her,
he screwed her with the Chinese.
I'm surprised she hasn't asked to leave.
She gotta be getting a little antsy.
So, what's next?
Jail.
What?
I refused to sell them the technology.
I only handed it over after
they kidnapped Robin and I sabotaged it.
We know that.
You're not going to jail.
She is.
No.
Robin?
Or Kim Harris, Kate Miller.
She's a con artist with a long criminal record.
She targeted you, she got close to you,
she earned your trust.
No.
Tell him.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You introduced him to Songshaw Holdings.
No, that wasn't Robin's deal.
That-that was Oscar's deal.
Don't say anything else. I want a lawyer.
She and Oscar were working together.
She worked the bedroom while Oscar worked the boardroom.
Now the only thing standing between Oscar
and getting away with $75 million.
Is Nell.
Ooh.
Hello?
Nell, you still at Garrett's office?
Yeah, I'm with Eric.
Hey, listen, is Oscar Balsam still there?
Uh, yes. It looks like he's getting ready to leave.
Do not let him leave. Do you understand?
Got it.
Excuse me, Mr. Balsam, uh, Special Agents Callen
and Hanna are on their way back to ask you a few more questions.
Yeah. that's fine. I'm just running out for a few minutes.
Okay, They asked if you'd stay here.
I'll be back.
I can't let you leave.
Well, you can't stop me.
Yes, I can.
Dude, you got to listen to her.
Fine, but this is ridiculous.
Fair enough.
Nell? I'm okay.
I'm all right.
I'll call Callen!
Oh!
Hey, stop!
Put the bag down!
Turn around!
Keep your hands up.
Well done.
Thanks.
We'll have to let you out a little more often.
Nice work, partner.
She's my partner.
Good? Yeah.
Nice work. It's good.
Hey, girl.
Heard you got some moves.
Good, yo.
Well done, Miss Jones. And Mr. Beale.
Thank you.
We should probably have
an operational debriefing.
Of course, no reason why we couldn't do that
over a cold beer or two. Sam?
Yes, please.
Grab our stuff?
Yeah, okay.
Hetty, you in?
Oh, sounds great.
Give me some sugar.
What? No?
Key...
for your motorcycle.
You can donate your organs after you finish working for us.
Listen,
I-I understand there's a rule, but I just got her,
and she-she's so beautiful.
And you don't care.
I hope you're all very happy
about this.
Just for the record...
this sucks.
Noted, Mr. Deeks.
Duly noted.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man