All right, slow down. Where's your cab?
Yeah, I'm walking out right now. No, I don't see you.
WOMAN [on phone]: I'm right out front.
Gotcha.
Michael, thank God.
What's going on? You okay?
Adam wanted me to give these to you.
He said you'd know what to do with them.
What is this?
I don't know, I haven't opened it.
Oh my God. It's those men.
Jillian, calm down.
Did Adam tell you anything else?
JILLIAN: No.
Do you know them?
Yeah, I know them.
Oh, my God.
Michael!
Run, run! Michael!
[silenced gunshots]
[onlookers screaming]
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SAM: Okay... Kensi, don't let him crowd you.
[buzzing, Sam grunts]
Watch his shoulders, he's telegraphing.
I thought you were on my side.
I don't take sides.
Then stop coaching.
[buzzing]
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Okay.
CALLEN: Circle to his outside.
I thought we were partners.
We are, but I'm having second thoughts.
CALLEN: It's a tie. Again. Way to go, Kens.
[buzzing] Thank you. Tough girl.
I went easy on her.
Uh-huh.
Oh, please.
What's up, Deeks?
Got a shooting at the Federal Building.
What are you kids doing in here?
Training.
For what, Piratefest?
Well, you're welcome to challenge Captain Blye
anytime you want. She just bested Sam,
ten to three.
Really?
Did you go easy on her?
No. Really?
No!
Kensi? With a knife?
[buzzing]
[yelps]
Ow! Oh, my...
[sighs]
Okay. I'm coming.
That really hurts.
The shooting victim was a State Department employee
named Michael Barnes.
45 years old, served in the Marines.
He's worked in intelligence in Iraq from '03 to '05.
Looks like he transitioned into
a low security clearance desk job at State five years ago.
KENSI: Not the kind of gig that would get you shot.
Maybe someone from his past was after him?
This is the only security footage
I've been able to access.
I'm assuming the shooter was dressed as a police officer,
and not really LAPD?
Motorcycle was reported stolen yesterday.
He was protecting the woman.
Freeze it.
Right there.
DEEKS: Maybe he left a print on that barricade.
I'll see what my guys can pull.
That leaves the question, who's the woman,
and what's in the envelope?
According to his cell phone activity,
Barnes was talking to a number listed to
Jillian Leigh, right before the shooting.
SAM: Same woman.
What else do we know about her?
She's a nurse at a cosmetic surgery center in Beverly Hills.
I got an address on Roxbury.
CALLEN: No one's here.
SAM: But the front door was open.
CALLEN: Dr. Russell?
Federal agents!
CALLEN: Clear, Sam.
Found the doctor.
[cell phone ringing]
Deeks.
All right, I just heard back from Forensics.
The print on the concrete barrier belongs to
a man named Assan Rafiq. He is a known Somali Al Qaeda member,
and on the FBI's wanted list.
I'm sending the file right now.
The only problem is the photo on file
looks nothing like the shooter at the Federal Building.
So we got a dead plastic surgeon...
And a shooter whose prints don't match his face.
He came here to have facial reconstructive surgery.
Question is, why?
Found an operating room schedule.
Dr. Russell blocked out surgery times
on days when the clinic was closed.
And I've got a dozen patient files with
no insurance information or before and after photos.
The doctor only saved them on his hard drive,
not the office database.
See if you can match these patients to the surgery times.
If Assan got his face changed to avoid detection,
there could be others.
Sam, check this out.
Looks like the woman at the shooting, Jillian Leigh,
married the boss.
She's still using her maiden name.
Classic sign of resistance.
Maybe she liked the last name better.
Trust me. It's a sign.
You know what's weird?
Your views on marriage?
Jillian nearly got killed delivering that envelope.
What's her connection to Barnes and the State Department?
NELL: I got something.
Four patients off the list
came in after hours for their surgeries.
I've accessed their medical records,
but there are no before and after photos listed.
CALLEN: All within a four-week period.
So it's not just Assan.
This could be a terrorist cell.
[doorbell rings] DEEKS: I wonder how many
tummies you have to tuck to afford a place like this.
Alarm is on.
I'll call Eric, have him do his thing.
I think I got it.
DEEKS: Have you done this before?
KENSI: Watch and learn.
Hold that for me, please.
[yelps] Oh, my God! Deeks!
It's not so funny when someone gets shocked, is it?
That was not very nice.
Are you pouting?
Do you have any idea what you're doing?
[beeping] We're in.
Wow. How very Lady MacGyver of you.
I hot-wired a Cessna once.
Why?
Seriously?
Why would you need to hotwire an airplane?
Got it.
DEEKS: Ah, nice.
Oh, wow.
Expensive taste.
I'm guessing Jillian didn't come home last night.
Nothing seems disturbed.
DEEKS: No kids in the picture.
Man, that's the way to do it, huh?
No nannies, no tuition, no braces...
Just a whole lot of disposable income.
Jillian left her e-mail account up.
No messages sent since last night...
Nothing unusual in her inbox.
No calls on her cell phone since the shooting, according to Eric.
She met her friend, Barnes...
Mm-hmm.
He gets killed, she gets shot at.
Killer takes off with the incriminating envelope.
That's a rough morning.
Yes, it is.
What do you do after that?
Guilty or not, she's in the wind.
Oh, there it is! L.A. diet.
Energy drinks, collagen, and Juvaderm.
Wow.
It looks like they're affiliated with the Malibu Medi-Spa.
What's that?
The most exclusive inpatient post-op surgery center
where privacy and discretion are of the utmost importance.
Or so it says.
Right.
They've even got an anti-paparazzi helicopter tent.
Really? Yeah.
That's a good place to hide out.
CALLEN: Eric, surveillance cameras at Dr. Russell's building.
Check these dates and times.
See if we can't catch these guys heading in for their surgeries.
Russell's calendar.
Nothing unusual this week.
A car appointment for his Mercedes.
Out-of-town wedding in Sonoma.
What's this? G.D.
2 p.m., November 3.
Someone's initials?
Maybe.
All the other appointments list the full names.
I'll run a vector with Dr. Russell's address book
and phone records, see if anything matches.
I'll also see if anything comes up on his wife's laptop.
And look for any connections to Michael Barnes.
We need to find out why Jillian was taking that envelope to him.
You think Jillian's hiding something?
I think she's scared.
She saw a cop kill her friend and try to shoot her.
I don't blame her for laying low.
Wow.
Thank you.
I'm your manager. You were in a boy band.
You need some work done before making your big comeback.
Okay, I was the magician's assistant last time, so, no.
Why don't we just show our badges and search the place?
Are you kidding? Jillian is a flight risk.
We can't take any chances.
She's probably got friends in there, hiding her out.
Can I help you?
Yes, hi, I'm Kenley Banks, and this here--
Her manager. I am her manager.
I am Danny Collins.
And this is my client, Kenley.
Or, as I like to call her, Kiki.
You may recognize her from the girl band The Panther Girls,
otherwise known in Colombia as
Las Chicas Panteras.
They're huge down there. Big audience.
And we hear that you're the very best.
Also private, and we don't need anybody, you know,
Tweeting about her upgrades.
Oh, absolutely not.
We're gonna need the works, though, I think, yeah?
Probably a booty lift, a tummy tuck, micro-lipo to the hips-o.
Basically, we're going to need a overhaul
to the whole... undercarriage, here.
Of course.
And then we'll deal with the head, and we'll do the nose.
Again. Hopefully they'll get it... they'll get it
right this time. And then these little guys.
Those little guys right there. What? What's that?
Huh? Oh, it's Dumbo, and he's calling
because he can't fly without his ears,
so he wants them back.
Let me see what I can do about a tour.
Okay. Great. Thank you.
"Micro-lipo on the hips-o"?
I was just being creative, you know.
I didn't even say anything about your--
Don't. Stop it. Just stop it. What? I didn't say anything.
That's my point, I didn't say any... Don't! Don't even--
Ah! RECEPTIONIST: This is Lisa.
She's going to be showing you around.
BOTH: Hi, Lisa.
Hi.
[whispers]: That's great.
ERIC: I accessed the camera footage
from the hallway in Dr. Russell's office building,
and matched it up with those after-hours surgery times
from about three weeks ago.
You won't believe what I got.
Meet Masood Davi, Fowad Zachari, Abdul Talwar,
and our old friend Assam Rafiq.
All members of the Mogadishu-based terror cell
the "Chutanis."
"Chutani" means "devil" in Arabic.
They're on the FBI's wanted list
for murder, money laundering, extortion-- among other things.
Yeah.
But these are their old faces.
Aside from Assan, we have no idea what they look like now.
There's one person that does.
Jillian.
This is the Relaxation Center. [soft piano music playing]
All of our meals are catered by
the Beverly Hills Culinary Institute.
They developed a very special liquid diet for us.
Kiki here loves liquid diet, don't you?
[softly]: Ow.
Over here we have our mineral baths.
We import all of our water from the French Alps.
Uh, hey. So what's over there?
Oh, that's our private wing.
Only VIP patients and doctors allowed.
[phone rings] Oh, hey, listen, I should probably take this.
This is her publicist.
And she goes positively bananas when I screen her calls.
We don't allow cell phones in this area.
That's okay, you can-- I'll catch up, Kiki.
You just go on ahead without me. Yeah, go, yeah.
And I'll go grab this.
Hey, babe! Listen, so, uh...
We just wanted to let you know that the, uh, the plan here
with the photo shoot with the, uh, baby...
[whistles]: Whew.
[shower running] Oh!
Hey!
Ah! I'm so, I'm so sorry.
I'm not, I'm not even looking.
Hey! I just--
Oh! No, no no, I'm not looking!
I'm actually a police officer, so this is-- You're a pervert!
No, I'm actually not a perv, I'm just-- Hey, get out!
WOMAN: Security!
I just-- I--
[yells]
Ah. Oh. Is that pepper spray?
Kensi?
What... ?Kensi?
There's been a big spike in chatter related to
Assan Rafiq's cell.
HETTY: Any specifics?
Not yet.
But often a spike like this happens
just before they go operational.
A target and a timeline would help.
Terrorists often choose a specific date
to help sell their message.
Like 9/11.
Theorists believed that Bin Laden chose the date
to commemorate the day when 20,000 Muslims
were killed in 1697.
Nell, see what you can pull up about the Chutani group...
any dates of historical significance.
Whatever they're planning has got to be big,
otherwise they wouldn't have gone to all this trouble.
Oh, got something here.
Five years ago, NATO forces took out their leader,
Abib Chutani, in a bomb attack.
On what date?
October 26.
Which would be...
Today.
[loud blowing]
I'm mixing it up.
I think I found something.
I guess I'll see if anything's come up on Jillian.
HETTY: I think I'll give
Director Vance the heads up.
If this terror cell
is activating,
Los Angeles may not be the only target.
This is Bert Hindley.
LAPD interviewed the parking attendant on duty
this morning at Dr. Russell's office building.
He remembers seeing a silver Escalade
with a surf rack leaving around the time of the murder.
There's got to be more than one silver Escalade
with a surf rack in L.A. Dozens.
But it was his bumper stickers that really sealed the deal.
He picked up his third DUI last month.
He's currently serving time.
He sold his wheels on Craigslist
before he went in.
You got the new owner's name or address?
DMV hasn't updated its records,
but I've got an IP address that the buyer used on Craigslist.
So the guy's address is...
650 Flower Street, downtown.
Unit number?
Not yet. But...
Oh, come on. There's, like,
ten people in the country that could have done this.
Ten, huh?
Can you get us their names?
Maybe one of them can get us the unit number.
You know, that-that hurts.
Hold this, Eric.
I-I'll get you
that bumper sticker vector when you get back.
And I will text you that unit number.
I got it.
What happened to you?
I got peppered.
SAM: Peppered?
[laughs] Any luck with Jillian?
Yeah, yeah. I found her. He lost her.
Don't want to talk about it.
He left a trail of angry,
violated women in Malibu.
Gloria Allred might be calling, just so you know.
DEEKS: Okay, that was a gross exaggeration-- peppered.
Did you find anything?
Yeah. Just got a hit off Jillian's ATM card.
She used it at a rest stop off the I-5 South in Irvine.
Ooh. Pepper spray.
He-He doesn't want to talk about it.
I don't want to talk about it.
KENSI: See who she knows in the area.
NELL: Already on it.
I'm data mining through her school records, address book,
e-mails, phone calls and calendar appointments.
If there's anyone in the area
that Jillian's had any contact with,
this will pick it up.
This doesn't make any sense.
Why would a successful surgeon
get involved with these terrorists?
Well, you saw their place.
Maybe he needs some extra cash-ola for another Picasso.
[beeping]
Okay, looks like our winner is...
David Fernandez,
registered nurse at St. Mary's Hospital.
Uh, lives two miles off the exit she was at.
Address is 465 Sheridan Road.
Got it.
Oh, and I figured out what "G.D." stands for
in Dr. Russell's calendar.
Dr. Georgia Donner.
She's an OB/GYN at Cedars.
Wow. I don't know too many guys that visit a gynecologist.
The fact that you actually know any scares me.
Maybe he went with his wife.
Maybe Jillian's preggers.
You really are a detective.
Okay, now you're just making fun of me.
SAM: Eric came through.
It's unit 1231.
I don't get the whole loft craze thing.
If I buy a place, I want walls.
I like the open floor plan.
You know where everything's at.
You know where everything's at because all you own
is a sleeping bag and a toothbrush.
And I got a roof over my head.
What more do I need?
A sweet plasma,for one.
Microwave, bookshelves...
Then I got to buy books.
That's how it starts.
First you buy paperbacks,
a fridge, a bed...
Just kind of snowballs on you.
Something tells me they don't like visitors.
You know what else paranoid people don't like?
[alarm blares]
ELECTRONIC VOICE: Please proceed to the nearest stairwell.
Do not take the elevators.
Please proceed to the nearest stairwell.
Do not take the elevators.
Please proceed to the nearest stairwell.
Federal agents. Stop!
Please proceed to the nearest stairwell.
Do not take the elevators. On him!
♪ ♪
Federal agent. That's far enough.
Don't even think about it.
Come back in, man.
You don't want to do this.
It's not worth it.
Allahu Akbar!
[gunshots] [screaming]
[thud]
CALLEN; Anti-anxiety meds,
tranquilizers, sleeping pills...
All the labels ripped off.
It's a high-stress job being a terrorist.
Never know when your shoe might blow up
or you got to drive your pickup into a hotel foyer.
No sign of the envelope from the Federal Building.
You were a mathlete.
Junior Math Olympian. It's a big difference.
We don't wear the jackets.
Some sort of code
for a safe, lockbox...
One for Nell.
It's a tourist map of Long Beach.
I doubt they were buying souvenirs
to bring back to Somalia.
Routes all along the waterfront are highlighted.
So, we got a dead Al Qaeda member,
a dead former intelligence agent,
a dead plastic surgeon...
And three terrorists with new faces on the loose.
The one person who can ID them is doing her best to disappear.
Okay, so let's assume their target is in Long Beach.
We don't know where.
We don't know when.
Yes, we do.
Travel itinerary.
Four seats booked to Jakarta, departing from LAX.
When?
Tonight.
It's a pretty serious hobby.
Takes my mind off things.
Some people do yoga. I stuff animals.
Thank you.
You and Jillian worked together at St. Mary's?
Six years.
It was her first job out of nursing school.
I was her supervisor.
Is she in trouble?
Uh, right now we just want to ask her some questions.
I wish I could help, but it's been a while since we've talked.
Can you remember the last time you spoke on the phone
or saw each other?
I was at her wedding two years ago,
and she sent me a card for my birthday back in April.
We talked around then.
Did you spend much time with Dr. Russell?
I only met him a few times, but
Adam's a great guy, really generous.
We were so happy
for Jillian when they started seeing each other.
We? Are you married?
Was. Divorced a year next month.
Oh.
Girlfriend?
Working on it.
Started online dating,
but "male nurse seeks woman who loves taxidermy"
isn't really luring the ladies.
That's their loss, man,
'cause that's a sweet raccoon.
[chuckles] KENSI:Anyway,
thank you so much for your time.
Sorry I couldn't have been more help.
No problem-- we have to go.
We have to go.
Okay.
Bye.
DEEKS: Okay, that guy was awesome.
What?
Ginger ale and crackers on the counter--
foods you eat when you're nauseated
and in your first trimester.
Or foods you eat if you like ginger ale and crackers,
which I do.
[gasps] Oh, my God,
what if I'm pregnant?
Take one of these.
Prenatal vitamins?
I hear they're good for your hair.
Yeah, you stake out the front of the house,
I'll take the back.
Heads up.
[door slams]
Jillian, stop!
Jillian!
We're federal agents.
I want to speak to my husband.
I'm sorry, your husband was shot and killed
this morning in his office.
[sobbing]:No...
No.
KENSI: We're really sorry.
You always this stubborn?
Only when I know I'm right.
What makes you so sure this won't work?
[scoffs]
Is everything copacetic here?
Yes, absolutely.
We're working on the code from the terrorists' safe house.
Hmm, sort of working.
Difference of methodologies at the moment.
I'm of the "let's run it
through our code decryption programs" camp, and she's...
Of the "let's not
limit ourselves to assuming it's a code" camp.
HETTY: Both viewpoints are valid.
Perhaps you should divide and conquer,
see where you end up.
You divide...
and, uh, I'll conquer.
It's decaf.
Jillian...
now, I know you've been going through a lot,
but we need to ask you some questions, okay?
Do you have any idea who was after your husband?
We know you're scared, but we're on your side.
You have to trust us.
We don't have time to win her over.
You sure you don't want me to go?
You can be a little intimidating.
I have more in common with her than you or Kensi.
[door closes] [sighs]
Jillian... I'm Special Agent Sam Hanna.
I'm sorry for your loss.
We're going to do everything we can to make sure you're safe.
How?
Those men know what I look like.
Which is why we need you to answer a few questions--
so we can find them.
Look, I know you're not just worried for your own safety.
We're not going to let them get
to you or your baby, I promise.
Hey, I have kids, too, I understand.
You just want to protect them.
Kids-- plural?
You knew this?
Yep.
So what's the story?
What's the story? That's it?
First time my daughter ate cereal,
I stood there waiting to give her the Heimlich.
A few years later when she took the school bus
for the first time,
I tailed it every day for a month.
Um...
Adam and I drove into work early this morning
to catch up on some paperwork.
We don't see patients on Tuesdays.
I was in my office
when all of a sudden he came rushing in.
I'd never seen him look that way before.
He was... afraid...
Helpless.
He said that he was in trouble and he needed me
to take something to our friend Michael at the State Department.
Michael was a mutual friend?
He was Adam's best friend since childhood.
Michael had a hard time after he came back from Iraq,
and my husband was one of the only people he confided in.
Did your husband say anything else before you left?
He said he would explain everything later.
[sniffles]
[sobbing]: ...and that he loved me.
We were supposed to meet up in Westwood
after I met with Michael, but he never showed up
and he made me swear not to contact him or to go home,
so I drove out to Malibu.
Did you know what was in the envelope?
Not until Michael opened it
and I saw the photos.
They were all patients.
Four of them had come in
for major reconstructive work on their faces.
Adam said they were businessmen from Egypt.
When was the last procedure performed?
Maybe three weeks ago.
I assisted on all the surgeries.
The men came in for their final checkups a few days ago.
I should have realized something wasn't right.
Adam wasn't the same after they left.
My husband never wanted me
to worry about anything.
But I could see on his face, he...
he was scared about something.
You think they forced him to perform the surgeries?
It's the only way he would have done it.
They must have threatened us,
and he kept it a secret to protect me.
If I just would have realized, if I just
would have said something...
maybe Adam and Michael would both still be alive.
We're going to keep you in protective custody
until we can make sure you'll be safe.
Okay?
[sniffles]
How's the dividing and conquering going?
So far it's just a lot of dividing and multiplying.
I've tried every mathematical model,
logarithm and vector. And I've been tracking
the terrorists' data footprint--
car travel, phone calls, ATM use.
The town that keeps popping up is Signal Hill.
So I drilled down using the first part of the code
from the safe house and finally came up with a match--
Jones & Brothers Storage.
It's the largest self-storage facility in Southern California.
Storage facility.
Wait a second.
W257 refers to West 257th Street.
B19 is Building 19,
R7 is Row 7,
U5 is Unit 5.
Right, which makes the last four numbers...
The security code on the door.
NELL: Let's look at the records.
It says here that it was rented out about three months ago,
which is around the time we think these men came
to get their facial surgeries.
Huh.
Just think of how much sooner you might have figured this out
if you'd actually been working together.
Looks like they left in a hurry.
Dimethyl methylphosphonate,
phosphorus trichloride,
sodium fluoride.
Everything you need to make sarin gas.
Judging from the empty bottles, the gas tanks...
Enough to kill thousands.
We know they plan on using sarin gas.
Now, it works best in contained environments,
so let's start with indoor venues.
They had maps of Long Beach in the safehouse.
There are three major indoor events going on tonight.
We've got a car show at the Long Beach Event Center
near the airport, a Bob Fosse tribute
at the Performing Arts Center, and a food and wine festival
at the Grand Belmont Hotel.
No. None of those are on the coast.
They had waterfront routes highlighted.
They went to the trouble of changing their faces.
They're not going after a car show
or food festival.
They've got to be planning something way bigger,
somewhere with facial recognition cameras set up.
Let's look at where cameras are installed along the water.
CALLEN: Nell, start with the marina. Okay.
Okay, where are the other checkpoints?
Well, since 9/11, all the ports and docks,
major hotels, the aquarium.
Nell, anything
going on off-shore?
Got it. It's the Queen Mary.
She's docked, but you have to go through a facial recognition
checkpoint.
And there's a black tie ball going on
for the Planet Advocate Alliance tonight at 18:00.
Huge guest list of VIPs.
The governor will be in attendance,
foreign dignitaries,
a bunch of Hollywood celebs.
All the news crews will be covering this.
Hmm. Cocktails and a VIP tour of the ship
started 15 minutes ago.
We evacuate now, it'll force their hand.
They'll launch an attack.
Assan and his men have to believe it's business as usual.
We've got no other choice.
If we can't rely
on facial recognition software,
we'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way.
Let's keep it moving. Come on through!
[shouting, camera shutters snapping]
[jazz playing]
[security wand beeps]
ERIC [over comm]: We're ready, Sam.
Time for Jillian to do her thing.
CALLEN: A lot of people in here.
KENSI: 500, at least.
SAM: We know what Assan looks like,
and one of the other terrorists who had surgery is dead.
We only need you to identify two men.
You're the only one who's seen them after their surgeries.
Okay?
Wait. Maybe him.
Where did he go?
Eric, we've got a blind spot over here.
It's the best we can do.
There's about ten feet of dead space between the two cameras.
There.
[typing]
[computer beeping]
No, no. It's not him.
I'm sorry. There's too many people.
It's okay. It's okay.
Just take your time.
Okay?
Jillian, Jillian.
Focus on one monitor.
One monitor.
This... chemical--
it would kill all these people?
Take me on board.
SAM: G, I'm coming in with Jillian.
[indistinct voices]
[jazz playing]
Guy by the stage taking pictures.
Guy next to the stage with the camera.
No. He's not one of them.
Negative.
There.
The waiter.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
We got eyes on a suspect at my five o'clock.
Dressed like a waiter.
I'm on him.
The man with the shaved head-- on his cell.
SAM: Deeks, we got confirmation on the man on the phone,
headed to the kitchen.
Got it.
Eric...
I need the layout of the ship. Where we headed?
Accessing your location.
Right, you're on the O-9 deck.
Engine room and vent systems up ahead.
[indistinct conversations]
Do it now!
Sam...
Open the valve!
Kensi-- Assan, south exit.
KENSI: I got him.
Stay with Jillian. MAN: Hey!
Excuse me. Sir? Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
Callen, we got two dead security officers
outside the ventilation room.
[exhaust hissing]
Federal agent. Freeze!
Nice shot.
Thanks. I got this, go.
[exhaust continues hissing]
[grunting]
KENSI: Federal agents!
Get down! Guys, I lost him.
[onlookers clamoring]
[onlookers screaming]
[exhaust continues hissing]
[hissing fades to a stop]
DEEKS: I mean, is it just me, or do I look really good in this?
It's just you.
I hate to admit it, but you boys look pretty sharp.
Right?
Hetty's a miracle worker.
You know what we should do?
We should go out.
KENSI: Oh, I'm going to get changed,
go home to a bubble bath and a tub of Rocky Road.
Your loss.
Callen?
Come on, man. Chicks really dig the James Bond look.
Well, I don't think a little male bonding would hurt anyone.
Sam? [chuckles]
Somebody's got to keep you two fools out of trouble.
This is what I'm talking about.
Because this is going to be awesome.
I know the perfect spot, too.
We are going to make out like bandits.
Ooh... HETTY: Gentlemen.
Going somewhere?
Just going to grab a little celebratory cocktail
on a job well done. Oh.
Just, uh, you know, compare our notes on the cases.
Not in my tuxedos, you're not.
We'll only be a few hours, Hetty.
We won't get into any fights or anything.
March.
Now I know how Cinderella felt with her evil stepmother.
I heard that, Mr. Deeks.
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