Hey! Watch it!
What the hell did you do...
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Oh, God.
You okay? Yeah.
Last night got a little rough.
Oh, really?
Who?
Joshie.
Joshie... Joshie?
Is that the one who made your legs shake?
No, that was Griff.
All right, so tell me about Joshie.
Joshie, Joshie...
Kind of over Joshie.
That quick? For one night only.
Well, it's supposed to be fun and make you feel good,
not wake up sore.
It's different for girls.
Maybe you should go crawling back to Griff.
Well, I will if he comes back around.
I haven't had a repeat in six months.
I'm sorry, did I miss something?
Who... who are these guys? They're not guys,
they're WODs.
W-O-Ds?
What's that, like a BFF with an STD?
W-O-D is workout of the day.
I started doing CrossFit.
Why?
You got to try it.
It's addictive.
So is meth. Okay, listen.
You are tired.
You are sore, you are miserable.
You are stretching muscles you didn't even know you had.
You are in a pool of sweat, and yet,
all you can think about
is doing it again as soon as possible.
Hmm. And they name all these workouts after random guys?
No, actually the hero WODs
are named after firefighters, soldiers, police officers,
fallen heroes killed in the line of duty.
But, actually, you know what, the toughest ones
are named after women-- Helen, Fran.
Fran, now that's a tough broad.
For real. Fight Gone Bad. Filthy 50.
How about Lazy Sunday Morning?
Watching a Football Game with a Cold Beer?
No pain, no gain.
If I'm gonna pay someone to hurt me,
it better be a dominatrix.
Oh, do tell.
That was a joke.
I have noticed some unexplained bruising in the past.
Thank you.
Yo, man, I don't judge. Thank you.
Whatever you want to do on your spare time
is your business, as long as you don't ask me
to spank you, we're all good.
Great.
Ah, you like that?
Mistress Henrietta awaits your arrival
in the operations center.
Those who are tardy will be subjected
to severe punishment.
Unless punishment is something you desire.
No, not you.
Sorry. Just role-playing.
Oh, I get it.
The, uh, tech nerd can't play with the cool kids.
What?
Man...
Good morning, all.
Miss Jones. An hour ago
Monica Davis was the intended target
of a shooter in Hollywood.
Nice little serpentine move.
Yeah,
she's bobbing and weaving like she's used to getting shot at.
Who is she? Miss Davis
is a hostess at the Afrobeat nighclub N'Kosi.
Why is someone trying to kill her?
We don't know. And we weren't able
to get a clear angle of his face.
We're not sure, but he may be involved with this man.
Johannes Waaldt.
He's the owner of N'Kosi, where Monica works.
He's also the face of several charities
that build water purification systems in Africa.
- Am I missing something? - Back in the day,
Waaldt was quite the international arms dealer.
And that would be it.
That's Abdul Habaza.
The man who killed Moe.
From helicopters
to rocket launchers, JoJo was a one-stop shop
until he became a legitimate businessman.
So what happened,
Monica Davis saw something she wasn't supposed to see?
We're not sure.
And we've lost contact with our man inside.
Who's that?
Deeks?
Not Deeks.
Max Gentry.
How long's he been working this?
This is a question for Assistant Director Granger.
Apparently he set this up.
Well, what is Deeks saying?
He hasn't checked in yet.
We're still waiting for his call.
Oh, my God. That was crazy.
That dude could've killed me.
Oh, you got that part, did you?
And then you squeal in
like freaking Steve McQueen from Bullitt
and I'm, like, get me the hell out of here.
And you're, like, bang, bang, bang,
getting all Fast Five with it.
Was that, like, insane, or what? No, that wasn't like insane,
that was actually insane.
I know, right, just feel my heart.
Seriously, baby, feel my heart. No.
Why are you so mad?
'Cause you almost got yourself killed.
But you saved me.
You... are such a badass. Come one, baby, come here.
Don't, stop. Just stop. Just relax, Max.
We got away; we're home free. Are you kidding me?
Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?
I'm not afraid of JoJo. You should be.
Honestly, I can't even believe you did this.
Well, what did you expect me to do?
Uh, maybe
what I told you-- you go in, you take some pictures.
It was that simple. But when
opportunity knocks... Yeah, well opportunity's about to
kick open that door and shoot us both in the head.
Somebody's about to kick in that door
and shoot us both in the head. Really? You joking?
You joking? Are you done?
Max... chill out.
You want to see them? No, I don't.
Yes, you do. No, I don't. Put them back.
I don't want to see them.
Don't...
Oh, I just dropped a Bentley.
Can you please just give those to me? Yeah.
Just give... Don't put them down your...
Are you... don't, you're gonna drop...
Ooh. Are you serious right now?
You're dropping diamonds...
This was a terrible idea.
Deek's phone is still at his cover house.
All right, so why hasn't he checked in?
Maybe he didn't have a chance yet.
Yeah, but he's got to know we saw the shooting.
If he was in trouble, he would've sent a distress.
- Not if he's injured or... dead. - I got him.
Deeks sent an encrypted text.
Did he say what the hell happened?
There's been a complication.
Yeah, we've gathered that.
- What else? - That's it.
That's it?
It was a short text. More of a tweet.
- He doesn't have a plan. - So what are we supposed to do,
just sit around and wait until he comes up with one?
No.
Sam and I are gonna head down to Waaldt's club
and we're gonna find out who we're dealing with.
Okay, what am I supposed to do?
Back up your partner.
Are there surveillance cameras at the cover house?
Uh, no. But he's got an earwig.
We can send him a message, tell him to put it in.
Do it. Send the address to my phone.
Keep an eye on her.
Will do.
All right, you ready?
We can't go to a club dressed like this.
Why not? The club's not even open yet.
Yeah, we still don't want to walk in there
looking like a couple of hobos.
Hobos?
What is this, 1939? Yeah, we got to look the part.
What, Hetty get you a new suit or something?
You got a new suit?
I'm due. I'm due.
Why didn't she get me a new suit?
Maybe she wanted to surprise you.
Hetty? Am I, uh, getting a new suit?
Not till you return the pants from the last one.
I told you I can't find them.
What is that?
It was Armani Prive.
I was under cover. Things happen.
G, you lost your pants.
Even Deeks doesn't lose his pants.
Come on.
We're lucky Deeks wears pants.
I got to tell you, Hetty sure outdid herself this time.
Don't even start.
What, you don't think this is a sharp suit?
Maybe it's because it's new.
Do you remember before we were partners?
Yeah, what about it? I miss those days.
Yeah? Okay, Lone Wolf McQuade.
Well, today, I'm an ex-running back,
you're my agent, and we're here
to rent the club for an NFL draft party.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
How come I don't get to be the ex-player?
As what, a kicker?
Quarterback.
I'm taller than Doug Flutie, I'm mobile...
Fine, fine.
We'll try it your way.
But I'd still make a great quarterback.
Yeah, just keep your pants on in there.
Do you want the whole dance area?
Yeah. Yeah. We're gonna want the, uh, VIP room,
and we're gonna buy out the whole bar.
Great, we can also do specialty drinks.
I like it.
This will work.
You getting all this, Eric?
Yeah.
Waaldt we already know.
Okay, our shooter's name
is Pieter Smit.
He's a South African native.
Looks like he's worked security for everyone
from Blackwater to drug cartels in Mexico and Bolivia.
Who's the guy in the middle?
That is Noah Bernosoni.
He's Swiss.
He's an international banker,
most recently with Wahr Geld Bank.
Uh, graduated from London School of Economics.
No criminal record.
All right, keep digging.
If he's dealing with Waaldt, he's probably
- into something dirty. - On it.
And the bar is fully stocked.
and it's all top-shelf.
Great.
Well, good.
And we also provide the valet service until 1:30.
Anything later would have to be arranged beforehand.
Appreciate you showing us around. Thank you.
We'll be in touch. Great.
Thank you. Thank you.
Maybe I'll have the two biggest ones made into earrings.
What do you think? I think you should
put them back in the bag before you lose them.
Give them to me.
Oh, gotcha!
Just like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.
Remember the jewelry box that he snaps shut?
Chomp.
I love that movie.
Yeah, it was a classic.
Want to take a shower? No.
No, I... don't.
Well,
suit yourself.
Oh, my God.
That's okay.
I'll just get that-- that's fine.
I'm here to clean.
Oh, my God.
Hey!
You're not going to run off with my diamonds, are you?
Just take your shower.
Last chance to join me.
Yeah, no,
I'm more of a bath guy myself.
But thank you.
Oh, that's romantic.
I like that.
Are you there, God, it's me, Margaret.
Judy Blume, really?
I got a softer side.
Yeah, it's called your head.
I missed you, too.
Not from what I've seen.
Oh, my God, are you jealous?
Oh, please, if you want to keep an operation secret,
that is your business.
No, it wasn't a secret.
It wasn't even an operation, all right?
Granger wanted info on Waaldt
so I went to Waaldt's club.
I picked up his hostess and got her
to look around for me-- that's it.
And just like that,
she agreed to spy on her boss for you?
No, it took a little bit of persuading.
- I hope you used protection. - It's not like that.
The truth of the matter is that Max Gentry can be
incredibly charming when he wants to be.
Maybe I should be partnered up with Max.
I didn't know she was going to go all Bonnie and Clyde on me.
So, where is Bonnie?
She's in the bedroom.
I'm surprised you're not with her.
You sound like her.
What?
Nothing.
What the hell is going on?
So I asked her to snoop around Waaldt's office.
Guess what she found?
Her panties?
Meow, no not her panties.
She found $10 million in diamonds.
Who are you talking to?
I-I was... I wasn't.
I heard you.
No, no, I was talking to myself.
That's how I figure things out.
You're so wound up.
I'm fine.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I promise.
You...
you just need someone to take care of you.
And, baby...
...I'll take care of you.
How much we thinking?
Well, it's hard to tell from the photos Deeks sent,
but if they're real-- and there's no real reason
to believe that they're not--
I'm guessing $10 million,
maybe more.
That's a lot of bling.
NCIS in Washington has seen
a recent influx in blood diamonds.
They're untraceable, won't set off any metal detectors,
and you can carry millions-worth in your pocket.
As long as they're real,
no one cares where they came from.
Our Red team has tracked blood diamonds
from Sierra Leone to Antwerp
where their county of origin papers are often forged.
Other than Afghani heroin,
blood diamonds have been the most consistent form
of terrorist funding.
So the big question is
what is Waaldt funding?
$10 million can fund a nice little coup.
I thought he was out of the business.
Granger must have had some suspicions to send Deeks in.
Where's Granger?
Oh, his office says
he is unreachable.
You told them what happened?
Absolutely-- they said they would pass it along.
We got nothing on this guy.
Well...
his man Smit tried to kill Monica Davis
in broad daylight. Some jump-off tried
to steal $10 million in diamonds from me,
I'd off her in broad daylight, too.
Wow.
That's good to know.
Hypothetically speaking.
If I were a bad guy.
Uh-huh.
It's attempted murder.
You bring him in, maybe he gives his boss up.
He's a violent dude.
He's not the cooperative type.
Which means we take a different tact.
Which would be...?
Something you don't need to know about.
Hypothetically.
Kens?
Kensi, you out there?
I know you can hear me.
What?
Where are you parked?
Down the street.
I can't even see you.
That's the whole point of surveillance.
Ah, well, I'm sorry you had to hear that.
I guarantee it sounded
worse than it actually was. Who cares?
Oh, my God, I'm sure Sam doesn't act like this
when Callen gets hit on.
Act like what-- I'm just sitting here
covering your ass.
Not sure what she's doing with it.
So, we're cool then?
Why wouldn't we be cool?
We should go to Monaco, you know?
Like James Bond in Casino Royale?
It's Montenegro.
You could get a tuxedo.
Mm. And I'd get some hot dress.
And we'd be drinking champagne
- and playing roulette. - No wonder she likes you.
She's delusional.
Okay, first off, Casino Royale
actually happened in Montenegro,
and secondly we're not going anywhere
until we sort this out.
Where's Montenegro?
Yeah, Deeks.
Where's Montenegro?
It's in Europe.
You have no idea.
The beaches are topless.
Look at that, she speaks Deeks.
Match made in heaven.
We'll could get you
a sexy little Speedo.
I'd pay to see that.
People would pay to see that.
I know I would.
Tell her not to waste her money.
It's too small a return on her investment.
What?
What's so funny?
Nothing, I was just
I was laughing the joke that...
you just told.
Oh, you never find my jokes funny, Maxi.
Maybe that 'cause you aren't funny.
No, I do laugh at your jokes because
you're very funny, you say clever things
that are very funny.
It's my phone.
It's Waaldt.
Don't answer that. Why not?
Because he can use that to trace us here.
You're getting paranoid.
Don't answer the phone!
Hello?
Not the brightest Barbie in the toy box, is she?
Okay, that doesn't even make any sense.
No, no, you listen.
Yeah, I've got them, and if you want them back,
you're gonna have to pay for them.
I'm not afraid of you.
Whatever.
Hells, yeah, did you hear that?
I heard it. I definitely heard it.
Did I sound like I meant business?
Sounded like she just signed her own death warrant.
Antagonizing him isn't gonna help anything.
Screw him.
Why are you acting so weird?
I'm not. Are you getting cold feet?
Because if you are, it's a little late for that.
I mean, you knew Waaldt had diamonds.
I didn't know he had diamonds.
That's why you wanted me to snoop around.
Don't pretend it's not.
No, it wasn't.
No, you wanted to know where they were
so that you could steal them.
But I stole them
for you.
You should be happy.
And you should be thanking me.
You and I...
are gonna live happily ever after
in luxury.
Clearly delusional.
So, I'm gonna get changed,
and you and I can go out and celebrate.
We're not gonna go out and celebrate.
Yes, we are. No, we're not.
Celebrate. Celebrate.
Put your paws down. We're st... Oh, my God.
Please help me.
You brought it on yourself, Maxi.
You're not helping. You are not helping.
Are you hungry?
No. Keep eating your bonbons.
No origami today?
No. And stop littering my dash.
You're hungry.
I know hypoglycemic-induced hostility when I see it.
I'm just thinking.
About what?
You want to know what I was thinking?
About eating?
I was thinking about Wakanda.
What is that, a camp in Wisconsin?
Seeing Abdul Habaza's picture reminded me of Moe and Jada,
the time I spent in Chad and Sudan.
I started thinking about Wakanda.
Where is Wakanda?
It's nowhere. It's a fictional African country.
The most technically advanced society in the Marvel Universe.
And the richest. Hold on a second.
In a comic book?
You just geeked out on me in a real moment?
Hey, man,
when I was a kid, comic books were the only thing that made sense.
It was simple-- good guys versus bad guys.
For me it was all about T'Challa, the Black Panther.
Of course.
Not just 'cause he was a brother who was richer than Tony Stark.
T'Challa was a leader, he was a president,
he was a superhero
all at the same time.
He was all about justice.
When I left Brooklyn, the only thing
I wanted to see was the motherland
and-and to witness that world up close.
But instead of finding Wakanda, I found poverty, starvation,
child soldiers, death squads.
Waaldt's bread and butter.
I thought I could save Moe.
I really thought I could help Jada.
That whole motherland thing's overrated.
I mean, look at me.
I come from a line of blood-feuding gypsies
who keep trying to kill me.
How's that justice?
There's our guy.
You ready, T'Challa?
See, I knew I shouldn't have said that to you.
I always regret it when I tell you things.
I know you do.
Hey.
Can I bum a smoke?
Thanks.
Got a light?
What kind of a smoker doesn't have a lighter?
I'm trying to quit.
Don't move.
You have no idea
who you're dealing with. Pieter Smit.
Born December 19, 1972, Kroonstad, South Africa.
Mother was Mary, father was also Peter.
You served in... What do you want?
We just want to talk.
Not interested. Well, we can
do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way.
Go to hell.
That would be the hard way.
Waaldt should've called back by now.
You don't have to yell.
I'm not talking to you.
Hey. Stay in the bedroom.
I'm closing this. Stay in the bedroom.
Kens, somebody's here.
Oh, you've got
to be kidding me.
Hi. Who are you?
Kelly Lang, neighborhood watch.
We've gotten reports concerning
some suspicious and lewd behavior
coming from this residence.
She's in the bedroom.
Oh, where she does some of her finest work, I'm sure.
Thank God. She's gonna hear you.
Good! Callen and Sam have
the guy that tried to kill you both.
They think she might help turn him,
and if Waaldt's traced her phone,
the safe house is no longer safe.
God, I hate this part.
What, the part where you have to say
everything was a lie?
That you're a big fat liar? That part?
Don't do that. Don't gloat.
I'm not gloating.
You're gloating a little bit.
I wasn't gloating.
It's a little unbecoming, actually.
Monica!
Monica?
Where is she?
No.
Should have seen that coming.
If I had known we were going swimming,
I would have packed my swimming trunks.
You're funny.
He's funny.
I don't think he's funny.
Don't take that personally.
He's only happy if he's hurting somebody.
Good cop, bad cop?
That's the best you got?
I don't know. I mean, those
are two of our better routines. What else do we have?
We have the girl he tried to kill.
We have the girl. Which one?
There's been a couple got away, but not many.
Now that's funny.
No?
Tough audience.
I'll tell you what else we have.
We have...
your boss's diamonds.
Congratulations.
Hang out. We'll get more acquainted later.
What do you got, Eric?
Okay, it's all good,
but Monica Davis escaped.
How?
Out a window, I think.
And she's got the diamonds.
And this is all good because...?
Because we're tracking her cell phone
and Kensi and Deeks are following her.
She make any calls?
Not yet. Keep it that way.
Don't let her receive any incoming either.
Let us know if Waaldt tries to reach her again.
I'm on it. Any word from Granger?
Nope.
Of course not.
Keep us informed.
Will do.
Eric, how far now?
Uh, she's about half a block ahead of you on the left.
She's not moving.
I can't believe she double-crossed me.
Yeah, just when you were about
to live your life happily ever after in luxury.
She played you.
She's actually not that bad. She just...
Has poor judgment? Exactly.
Like her taste in men.
Oh, see? See, what you tried to do right there,
but it's not gonna work
'cause she wasn't actually involved with me.
She was involved with my alter ego Max Gentry.
Hang on a second. Not your undercover legend?
You know, that's what I meant.
No, no, no, you said alter ego.
That's completely different.
Superheroes have alter egos.
No, no, superheroes have secret identities.
Schizophrenics have alter egos, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Or you when you haven't had chocolate
or during your lady phase.
Shut up.
Ooh, speaking of crazy women.
All right, stay here.
Why am I staying here?
Um, maybe because if she sees you
she's gonna want to run again like most women.
Except for you.
You don't run from me.
That's because I carry a gun. Now make yourself useful
and back me up.
I'll just be here holding your purse.
Eric, call Monica's phone.
On it.
Yeah?
Hello? Hello?
I think they hung up.
NCIS.
What?
Too many letters? Federal agent.
Back off, bitch. I mean it.
Freeze!
Max, what are you doing? Shoot her!
Sorry, honey,
he's with me.
And his real name is Marty Deeks, and he's a cop,
and he's my partner.
Who's the bitch now?
He is.
Can't argue with that.
Aren't you even a little bit curious
as to why we brought you here?
I'm assuming it's to kill me.
That's just defeatist.
What was your boss gonna do with the diamonds?
A tiara.
I think you got a smirk out of him.
It was subtle.
I mean, you'd have to know him better to see it, but...
Look, I'm not gonna kill you. He might, but I won't.
I don't even care about the diamonds.
I just want to know what they were being used for.
Ask my boss.
I would, but he's not here, you are.
And I'm not telling you anything,
so you might as well go ahead and drown me.
We're not gonna drown you.
No, he still has to feed the fish.
Did you see that?
He smiled. Now he's happy.
Finally.
Okay. I guess I'll get some lunch.
What are you thinking, fish tacos?
I'm not hungry. Still? Hmm.
How about you?
He shouldn't eat.
Hmm. Okay.
All right, you let me know when you're all done.
He was brokering a deal.
I'm sorry?
Waaldt was brokering a deal.
The diamonds were payment.
For what?
I don't know.
Who's the buyer?
I don't know.
Is it Bernosoni? The guy from the club today?
No. Bernosoni was negotiating for the seller.
Who's the seller? I don't know.
You don't know much, do you?
I know he was Russian.
A Russian is selling something for $10 million?
How do you know the seller was Russian?
Because he was speaking in Russian.
When?
A few weeks ago he came by the club one time.
You saw him?
Yeah... I saw him.
The Russian you saw with Bernosoni...
he one of these guys?
That one.
That's him.
Isaak Sidorov.
What kind of police station is this?
The kind you don't ask about.
Sit!
Seriously, you're not gonna say anything?
I got nothing to say.
Yeah.
What's he doing here?
Same thing you are.
Next time I won't miss.
Shut up and keep moving.
The diamonds she stole were to broker a deal
with Isaak Sidorov.
Are you kidding me?
Who's the buyer?
Smit doesn't know.
Well, did anybody recognize Sam as David Forman
or mention Quinn?
No. Their covers are intact.
Picked Sidorov out of a photo array.
Said Sidorov meet face-to-face with his boss, Waaldt.
Holy crap, this is huge.
Okay, so what do we do now?
We make a plan... and fast.
Johannes Waaldt was brokering a deal with Bernosoni
using $10-million worth of blood diamonds
to buy one or more of Sidorov's nuclear bombs
for an unknown buyer.
I'd bet more like $12 million.
What's a couple of million dollars amongst friends, huh?
Well, Waaldt's gonna need some serious coin
to cover that kind of loss.
You know, by now, he must be wondering where Smit is.
Maybe we can convince Waaldt
that Smit and Monica stole the diamonds together.
I know
somebody that can make that story stick.
You think she'll play ball?
She won't want to,
but she'll do it.
I told you things I never told anybody else.
We did things I never did with anybody else.
I'm sorry, but that wasn't me. That was Max.
I risked my life for you.
I never asked you to steal the diamonds.
Well, you took advantage of me.
As I recall, you're the one that tried to rip me off.
I thought you were getting cold feet.
I was doing that for us. Just to be
perfectly clear, I never forced you to do anything.
Keep telling yourself that.
So what now?
So what now is, you have a choice.
This is your third strike. Yeah?
And you stole millions of dollars of merchandise,
you assaulted a federal officer.
And with your record, you're looking at 25 to life.
Oh, just cut to the chase.
Just tell me the truth for once.
Work with us.
Help us make the diamond exchange with Waaldt.
And if it leads to his arrest,
and the arrest of Sidorov, you get to walk away free.
That's it?
It's that simple.
Oh, screw simple.
What about a reward for the diamonds?
I mean, they got to be worth something.
God bless you. Always the hustler.
Yeah, takes one to know one.
Fair enough.
Why should I believe a word you say?
'Cause I'm the one telling you, not Max.
Yeah.
And your imaginary friend, Max Gentry,
absolves you of all guilt.
"It wasn't me, it was Max."
So lucky to have a friend like Max.
Are you done?
Yeah.
So what's it gonna be, Monica?
What do I have to do?
Call Waaldt.
You tell him it was Smit's idea,
and he tried to kill you, he tried to double-cross you,
and now you're scared.
You tell him you have the diamonds,
and you'll give them back for $100,000 in cash.
Give him an hour to meet you at the LA Music Center
with the cash,
or you'll find another buyer.
Don't suppose I get to keep the cash after we're done?
What do you think?
You can tell your buddies I'm in.
But I'm asking Waaldt for $250,000.
I might be scared, but I'm not stupid.
Love it.
She's all yours.
Kensi...
Let him go.
You're up, Kens.
Tuck.
You know, you have a pretty sweet right cross.
Thanks. I can tell you've studied Krav Maga.
You know, I used to have a thing for buff Israeli guys.
You know what I was thinking?
What?
That you and I should take off with the diamonds.
We'd make a pretty sexy team,
and no one would mess with us.
And I'd cut you in for half.
That was a joke.
So...
I got Max Gentry,
but you get the real deal.
How's that?
Deeks is my partner.
And that's it?
That's enough.
Is it?
You know you can't trust him.
I trust him with everything.
You're a bigger fool than I thought.
Everything he did,
he did it to establish his cover.
A cover that saved you,
and that will save a lot of other lives.
I'm not worried about the past.
Any of it.
I mean, why would you be?
You're just his partner, right?
Bye. Good luck out there.
Hmm.
Any sign of Waaldt?
I got nothing.
Nope.
Eric?
Nothing yet.
And Waaldt's phone is turned off,
so we have no idea where he is.
He's coming around the fountain.
He's got a briefcase.
Is that my money?
Blunt and crass.
What should I expect from a waitress?
I was a hostess.
You put the "ho" in hostess.
And now you're a thief.
It takes one to know one.
Ooh, clever.
Where are my diamonds?
Okay, that's enough. Hey, hey.
Don't tell me you're gonna count that. No, I trust you.
Something I'll never do again.
I'm not here alone.
Neither am I.
Gun!
Monica!
Freeze!
I got him! Monica! Monica!
Stay down.
You're okay.
You're okay, just breathe.
Just breathe.
I would have been better off with Max.
Kens...
Eric, I'm gonna need two ambulances.
Oh...
Hey.
Hey, you're still here.
Yeah.
How come?
I, uh... couldn't find you.
You didn't pick up your phone.
Must have left it in my car.
Hetty wanted me to give you this.
Okay.
How's Monica?
Um...
She's sore.
Obviously lucky.
How's Waaldt?
Waaldt lawyered up in the ambulance,
and he hasn't said a word.
Literally, a word.
Well, maybe he'll change his mind.
Yeah, who knows.
So, I was... Listen, I...
Sorry, go ahead, I wasn't...
No, please.
I was just gonna see if you were good.
Yeah.
You?
I mean, I'm good if you're good.
I'm good.
Okay.
Good.
We're good.
Which is, you know...
great.
Glad we cleared that up.
See you tomorrow.
"Sunshine and gunpowder."
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