[bell dings]
You got a pen?
Yeah.
You know, you really want
to say you care, you should ditch the card
and buy him a pint of bourbon for the big day.
♪ ♪
[beeps]
[car door opens]
[tires screeching]
Hey. [gasps]
[zapping]
Captioning sponsored by CBS
All right, kitty cat, behind the back,
standing on one leg, double tap center mass.
[gunshots]
Ooh...!
DEEKS: Wow!
Can I see your gun?
My gun? What for?
It's a Beretta 92FS, right? LAPD issue?
Actually, yeah.
NCIS agents carry Sigs.
I just want to see how yours fires.
I'm sorry, you want to fire my gun?
You're acting weird.
I just don't like people firing my gun.
Okay. Let me just hold it, then.
I don't like people holding my gun.
You can fire mine.
I don't want to fire your gun, all right?
I don't want anything to do with your gun,
and it's not personal. Feels personal.
It's just... it's just a guy thing.
A guy thing?
A gu... a gun thing. I said it's a gun thing.
Funny. You said "a guy thing."
Oh, buddy.
Hell hath no fury like Kensi Marie Blye.
The groin? Really?
Why does one practice shooting someone in the groin?
[sighs]
Rough night?
I'm meditating.
Uh-huh. Looks like you're sleeping.
It's called meditation.
Is it normal to snore when you're meditating?
Stop staring at me.
I'm not staring.
I can feel it, G.
DEEKS: I honestly just don't understand what the big deal is.
You don't trust me. I'd say that's
a pretty big deal, wouldn't you?
DEEKS: I just have a thing about my gun.
At this point in our relationship,
after all the stuff that we've done... [stammers]
What? I'm sorry.
Did you just say "relationship"?
No, I said "partnership," okay?
You're very annoying. DEEKS: Maybe I just need
a little bit of space. You're on my desk.
Shh.
Listen, here. Both of you.
You don't trust each other.
All the fist-bumping and saying you've got each others' back
doesn't mean squat unless there's trust.
So build it, soon, or risk the consequences.
You got it?
And for the record, I was meditating.
Oh.
Is that what meditation sounds like?
'Cause I call that yelling. [Eric whistles]
[Sam inhales deeply] New case on deck.
Rise and shine.
Meditation is over.
[scoffs]
Thomas Booth is an Army sergeant turned Delta Force operator
who, until recently, worked closely with the Marines
in Afghanistan.
NELL: Joint Task Force Ops. Highly classified missions.
Last night, his car was discovered
in a parking garage after closing time.
Booth had placed a wireless video cam
on his dashboard.
SAM: He knew the meeting could have gone wrong.
KENSI: Booth put in for retirement 60 days ago.
He was kidnapped on the exact day he became a civilian.
CALLEN: What was Booth working on before he retired?
Most of Booth's file was redacted.
He was a member of Task Force 232,
a unit responsible for hunting down high-value targets
in Afghanistan.
Terrorist leaders with prices on their heads.
Bounties of up to 25 million
that go to informants who give key tips to units like Booth's.
Bring 'em in dead or alive.
Some of the deadliest guys around.
So Booth had access to information that was
not only classified, but also worth millions of dollars.
Hmm. Task Force 232 is based at Camp Pendleton,
but I've been told the squad's at
the team leader's house today
for a barbecue.
A half an hour after he was kidnapped,
six cars left the garage.
Now, the first five checked out, but the sixth
was reported stolen by LAPD, just the night before.
Police just found it.
It's the silver Audi A4.
Empty, but it's a start.
You two check out the car.
Sam and I will handle Booth's unit.
We're off to a barbecue.
What would you do with $25 million in reward money?
You mean if I wasn't a government employee,
and I could legally accept it?
Probably buy a first-class ticket
to somewhere real quiet.
Really quiet. Someplace you don't take a partner.
You?
I would hire the best private investigator money can buy.
I'd have him track down my partner,
and when I found him...
You'd follow me?
I'd send him Hetty,
in an overnight package, with a big bow.
[chuckles] I wouldn't sign for it.
MAN: NCIS, right?
These are the men of Task Force 232.
SAM: Gotta go native.
Clean-cut Marines stand out behind the lines in Afghanistan.
You heard about Booth?
He got snatched.
You don't seem too upset about it.
Maybe he had it coming.
Hmm. CALLEN: Not a very friendly bunch, are they?
Seems angry.
Maybe he should take up meditation.
What was Booth's skill set?
Why was he assigned to your unit?
Languages.
Booth is fluent in Pashto.
Not a lot of guys in the military are.
When he retired early, that left us in the lurch.
Can't communicate with the locals...
makes taking down our targets harder.
Why did he retire early?
He wanted to be hired by a private contractor
as a translator.
They pay a premium for guys with his language skills.
In a lot of ways, we're closer
with Booth than we are with our own families.
But when he walked away from our unit with targets
still on the ground, he walked away from us.
For money.
[indistinct radio transmission]
Officer.
NCIS. I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye.
What do we have here?
We found some latent fingerprints inside,
but they didn't match up to any of our databases. Gentlemen, how you doing?
I need to talk to you guys for a second.
So, you guys seen anything I should know about?
Nope.
Sure about that?
Well, last night we saw some guys
around the corner, in the empty lot, with flashlights.
What'd they look like?
It was too dark to see, which means they didn't see us.
How many were there?
Five went out there, and four came back.
That's all we saw.
You can keep giving me money if you want to...
but that's all I know.
Hey.
Car's a dead end for now.
Come on.
Do you smell that?
[sighs]
That's a hell of a retirement party.
Did Booth have any enemies?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, there was someone
who hated Booth pretty bad.
His son Brandon.
KENSI: Magic Marker lines all over his skin
correspond to non-lethal wound points.
The lines are targets for all these stab wounds.
I mean, just drawing them on must have been
psychological torture.
You want to inflict the worst pain possible
without killing a guy?
This would be the way.
Gunshot to the head. Mercy kill.
He was interrogated.
Booth had information. Once he gave it up,
kidnappers capped him and dumped the body.
No excessive mutilation that would indicate
a personal grudge, like a gunshot wound
to the groin, for instance.
[sighs]
Judging by the wounds, Booth must have been tortured
for hours before he was killed.
He knew something...
but what?
[phone line ringing]
Eric, we're outside Brandon Booth's residence right now.
What'd you dig up on him?
ERIC: 18 years old, only child of Thomas
and Yasmin Booth.
NELL: Mmm. Parents divorced when he was 12.
Uh, Brandon lived with his mom.
She died two years ago, breast cancer.
Thomas Booth was deployed in a classified location at the time.
ERIC: Brandon's got a record:
vandalism, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest.
My Freud's a little rusty, but I don't think
we're looking at a kid capable of torture and murder.
CALLEN: Thanks.
You just name-dropped Freud.
Well, dead father;
rebellious son who was close with the mother.
Had to address the Oedipus in the room. Mmm.
[doorbell buzzing]
Uh, Brandon's not home.
I'm his neighbor, also his landlady.
I knew his mom. Cut him a break on his rent.
He's had a rough time of it. We just want to ask him a few questions.
He's at the diner down the street.
You probably already know this, but they found his dad dead
in an empty lot this morning.
We heard they had issues.
They haven't spoken in the past two years,
since his mom died.
What kind of a selfish bastard...?
Can you let us in?
Last time I checked,
this was a nation that protected civil rights.
Let's see your search warrant.
SAM: Better make that call, G.
[cell phone dialing]
CALLEN: Eric, remember that information
I said we weren't going to need? We need it.
Ma'am, we're federal agents
investigating a homicide.
Hundred dollars gets you in.
What happened to civil rights?
Does under-reporting rental income for six years
count as a civil right?
SAM: I didn't hear that one mentioned
in the "I Have a Dream" speech.
Thank you.Mm-hmm.
SAM: G, come check this out.
Excuse me.
SAM: Storage area.
Huh. Brandon's a kickboxer.
It's a loose board.
LANDLADY: Huh. Would you look at that.
LANDLADY: Look at that money.
And I've been cutting him a break on his rent all this time.
SAM:Brandon?
His dad's.
This itinerary's for Thomas Booth.
Thought you said they hadn't seen each other
in a couple years.
Either Booth is using his kid's house as a stash spot
without his knowledge,
or father and son are a lot closer than anyone thought.
This itinerary has a flight from LAX to Peshawar Airport
in Pakistan. Oh, I've been to Pakistan.
But that food kept me in the bathroom for a week.
Say, I sure wouldn't want anyone to accuse...
Oh, hey, oh...
Hey, lock up when you leave!
Departure date?
Today.
DEEKS:Yeah. No, no, I got it. Okay. Thanks.
Hey. See the guy in the suit?
Tailored one that costs more than we make in a year?
Yep.
[cell phone camera shutter snaps]
DEEKS: He's going.
DEEKS: Go, go, go. KENSI: Hey. Hey!
Take the car ,cut him off.
Gyah!
What, so now I'm your sidekick?!
[tires screech]
[gun cocks]
[grunting]
[man yells]
[Kensi grunts]
Hold it!
[grunts]
[man coughs]
Is this how Sam and Callen do it?
One of them would crack a funny one-liner right about now.
Get up! [man grunts]
I'm waiting.
MAN: You need to listen to me.
Thank you, Deeks.
You're making a mistake.
Check inside my jacket pocket.
You'll find credentials.
[panting]
Put down the gun.
What?
Why?
Diplomatic immunity.
Your name is Jafar Khan?
Yes, and I'm here voluntarily...
although, I wouldn't mind seeing you work a pair of handcuffs.
Ah.
American girls... so health conscious.
Why did you flee the scene?
I'm an operative for Inter-Services Intelligence.
My superiors would prefer I not be photographed.
What brings you to Los Angeles?
I'm an asset.
United States Joint Special Operations Command.
And I have a specialty-- high-value targets.
Bounties of one million and up.
[sighs]
Because you're not an employee of the U.S. government,
you've pocketed a fortune in reward money.
I can think of worse ways to make a living,
Special Agent Blye.
Who killed Thomas Booth?
I don't know.
Prove it.
Voluntarily.
MAN: Pick up, 14.
[bells jingle] Hi. How was everything?
As usual, it was great. Oh.
I'm thinking about some dessert.
Okay.
We got some apple pie...
Brandon Booth?
What do you want?
NCIS.
Want to ask you some questions
about your father.
My father? Okay. How about this?
Lifelong soldier. Delta Force hard-ass.
Chest full of medals. Total stranger.
You guys know more about him than I do.
Mom claimed he was some kind of hero.
I knew him as the most selfish person I ever met.
What do you mean, selfish?
He was always requesting deployments.
Always wanted to go back. Why?
The man had skills, Brandon.
He made sacrifices his country needed.
I spent my 16th birthday watching my mother die
in a hospital bed.
Dad was off doing things he couldn't talk about,
in places he couldn't mention.
Maybe we needed him, too.
Last week was my
18th birthday.
Spent it waiting for him to call.
And I'm not sure what pisses me off more...
that he didn't call,
or that I was dumb enough to think that he might.
Are you hungry?
KENSI: Does ISI know you're working with JSOC?
KHAN: Of course. If I didn't tell them,
they'd find out.
They're not the CIA, but...
This can't be good.
KENSI: You should've have pulled your weapon on me.
I hope you're not accusing me
of being a harbinger of doom, Mr. Deeks.
What? No. A harbinger of doom?
Of course not.
You know...
this guy isn't just an informant
for Joint Special Operations Command.
He's a bloody folk hero.
He's put his life at risk to help our cause.
If terrorists knew that
he was passing sensitive information on to Americans...
both Khan and his family would meet brutal ends.
[cell phone rings]
Go ahead, Mr. Beal.
ERIC: I'm messaging you Khan's dossier now, Hetty.
It's a variety of files and images
from Joint Special Operations Command.
You should be getting them now.
[computer trilling]
Getting them, Eric.
That's big game.
Khan sends his tips on to JSOC.
They vet the intel,
and when the target's location is confirmed,
they send in Task Force 232 to eliminate them.
The man has more than
13 million in reward money.
Wow.
Hey, Eric, do we have
any information on Khan's personal life?
Yeah. Here it is.
ERIC: You getting that?
DEEKS:Got it.
Booth's former unit, 232.
Booth and Khan were buddies.
KHAN: Booth filed for retirement,
but kept getting calls from his local sources in Afghanistan.
He said he had a tip. A big one.
Price on the target's head was $10 million.
He wanted to discuss it.
But he never showed up. I got concerned,
and began monitoring police scanner reports.
When LAPD discovered a body matching Booth's description,
I had to see for myself.
Booth was a private citizen.
He was going to go back there,
take out the target himself, and get rich.
Thomas Booth and I trusted each other.
We were family.
Family?
Yes.
He was my brother-in-law.
That's all Joint Special Operations Command
gave you on Khan?
I'm betting more intel on him exists.
The problem is, he's too valuable an asset
for them to reveal as much as we'd like.
Mmm. Government agencies are territorial.
If he's receiving special treatment from one,
it might put him on the wrong side of another.
Okay. But even if Khan does have dirty laundry
that JSOC hasn't told us about,
how are you going to find out who has it?
Khan's a cloak-and-dagger guy.
He hasn't been hanging out
with the Department of Agriculture.
Okay. What are you thinking, Nell?
♪ ♪
We found something in your house.
A bag of things that belonged to your father.
You went through my stuff?
Can we get a check,
like right now? Did you know he was keeping things there?
Seems strange, given what you just told us
about your relationship with him.
That doesn't make any sense.
Last time I saw him was two years ago.
Then why was he stashing his things on your property?
I don't know! Brandon!
I know what it's like to not want to talk about your family,
especially to a couple guys like us.
But your dad was headed back to the Middle East.
If he came to you for anything at all, you need to tell us. [bells jingle]
Look, I didn't know him at all!
SAM: G.
It's a little warm for an overcoat.
Gun!
[diners screaming] [automatic gunfire]
[panting]
You good?
Yeah. Where's the kid?
Gone.
Booth married my sister Yasmin
almost 20 years ago.
I had just started at ISI. He was a young Army recruit.
We became close friends. A spy and a soldier.
Different sides of the same coin.
Like brothers.
Booth.
He brought you into JSOC.
The high-value targets, the bounties.
What was the tip he wanted to discuss?
He didn't get into specifics over the phone. Too risky.
He said it involved the location
of the Taliban's master bomb-maker,
Kasi Shariff.
In 48 hours,
the location goes cold,
and their bomb-maker will get away.
I'm reviewing traffic cams around the diner,
and working on tracing Brandon Booth's cell phone.
Keep looking. He's in danger.
What do we have on the shooters?
Afghani citizens with ties to the Taliban.
Their fingerprints match the ones on the car LAPD found.
Taliban? They're a long way from home.
They kidnapped Booth. Either they were protecting
the target he was going to go after...
Or they were going after the target, too,
and they wanted what he knew.
One of the shooters was carrying a burn phone.
Series of text messages with addresses.
The garage where Booth was snatched,
the location where his body was dumped,
Brandon Booth's house.
Someone was giving them orders.
Were you able to dig anything else up
on the Pakistani spy,
Jafar Khan?
No. But I'm still looking.
[phone rings] Yo.
Hold on.
Guys. It's Deeks.
ERIC: Go ahead.
Booth was killed because he knew
the whereabouts of the Taliban's master bomb-maker.
Guy had a $10 million bounty on his head.
One of the top five most wanted men in the world--
Kasi Shariff.
This man was behind the police academy bombing
last month in Kabul,
which killed 189 people.
Weekends he teaches teenagers how to rig a dead dog
so full of thermite that it takes out an Abrams tank.
And whoever is running the shooters
now has Booth's intel, as well.
Shooters went after Brandon Booth,
because they think he knows about it.
Is it possible Brandon knows something he's not telling us?
DEEKS: Either way, the clock is ticking,
'cause according to Khan,
this intel is only good for another 48 hours.
SAM: Just because Booth did it for the money
doesn't mean he wasn't doing the right thing for his country.
If the target got away, he died for nothing.
Our work is cut out for us, gentlemen.
Locate Booth's killer,
and he'll give us the intel we need
to take out this Taliban bomber.
Lose him...
and those 189 blast victims in Kabul won't be his last.
Send a text.
Whoever's giving the orders
may not know their guys are dead yet.
We may get something.
We go in undercover, make contact, get some answers.
[phone chimes]
CALLEN: It's an address in Thai Town.
How's your Pashto, Sam?
It's better than yours.
Find Brandon Booth.
You can meditate on the way over.
I'll reflect on Zen
and the art of locking your ass in the trunk.
I'll work my contacts.
If anything comes up, you'll be my first call.
Sounds good.
I was talking to
Agent Blye.
What?
You just slipped James Bond your number there?
For case purposes only.
How long did it take for Callen and Sam to trust each other?
[sighs] Oh.
Ah, New Year's Day 2007.
What happened?
HETTY:Oh...
uh, they'd only been partners for a month,
and it wasn't going well.
No chemistry at all.
Mr. Callen went undercover to meet the Armenian mob.
Mr. Hanna stayed outside
as backup,
but saw that his new partner was badly outnumbered.
He moved in a little closer,
but was caught by a sentry.
Sam was dragged before Callen.
The mob boss handed Callen a gun,
and demanded that he prove his loyalty,
or they'd both be killed on the spot.
Callen pointed the gun
at Sam's head and pulled the trigger.
The gun dry-fired.
It was empty.
They went on to solve the case. Afterwards,
Mr. Callen said
he knew the gun wasn't loaded because of its weight.
And Sam believed him?
Why else would Mr. Callen pull the trigger?
That's a pretty big leap of faith.
That's trust.
SAM: Location is the condemned gym
across the street.
I'll make contact, tell 'em we're willing to cut a deal.
Betray NCIS for a payday. Gain their trust.
They'll take me to whoever's at the top of the food chain.
Move fast, 'cause time's running out on Booth's intel.
We catch his killer, we still got a shot
at this Taliban bomb-maker.
[sighs]
ERIC: Callen, we got a lock on Brandon Booth's cell phone.
Looks like he's on foot just off La Brea and Fountain.
Kensi.
Deeks! Keep an eye on Brandon.
You sure he's not involved?
He's Booth's son. Jafar Khan is his uncle.
Right now,
we can't be sure of anything. Okay.
[sighs]
MAN: Stop right there.
Don't look at me! Face forward.
You're going to be searched and disarmed.
I'm a federal agent
assigned to Thomas Booth's murder.
I know the tip he was sitting on.
Meet my asking price,
I won't turn it over to my superiors.
I'm here to cut a deal.
[speaking Pashto]
[snickers] My men have been captured.
Killed.
By me.
[whispering in Pashto]
How do you know about Booth's intel?
Hidden in Booth's son's house.
The exact location of the Taliban's bomb-maker.
You're bluffing.
I fail-safed the information.
If I don't place a call once every hour,
it goes straight to the Joint Special Operations Command.
Pay me off and the tip stays a secret.
I'm only negotiating with the guy running the show.
And don't tell me it's you.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
What are you willing to offer me?
I have a partner.
He knows what you know?
Yes.
I hand him over to you.
I killed your men, you do what you want with him.
The trade comes easy to you.
It's the cost of doing business.
[grunts]
CALLEN:What the hell are you doing to me, man?
Shut up! You guys make whatever calls you need to make.
You have one minute to come to a decision.
He's collateral damage, as far as I'm concerned.
I won't need a minute. I thought you were bluffing me then,
and I think you're bluffing me now. SAM: Whoa, whoa.
Wait a minute.
I came here to show you I meant business.
Now put down the guns and let's make a deal.
Nice plan. Hope it was worth it.
SAM: I can get 'em to change their minds
in less than ten seconds. Yeah, yeah, right.
You'll get what you deserve, you greedy...
[grunting]
[gunshots]
CALLEN: That's nine.
Nine what?
The times we've done the...
"corrupt agent betrays his partner" routine.
I didn't know you were keeping count.
You'd keep track, too, if you were the one
getting the knee to the solar plexus.
I got a light touch, G.
They're both dead.
Damn it.
Which means we're no closer
to finding out who's behind this.
Back to square one.
Brandon Booth?
Do you want to talk about my dad, too? 'Cause the last time
someone asked me about him, I almost got killed.
We're just here to make sure you're safe, all right?
You don't have to talk about your dad if you don't want to.
God knows, I'm not talking about mine.
Kensi, you feel like talking about your dad at all?
Not a chance. See? We're all on the same page.
I live a few blocks away.
All right. We'll give you a ride.
Car's just around the corner.
So Van Nuys High, huh?
You either ran a search on me, or that was a lucky guess.
Oh, come on, man. It's obvious.
You're not the only person who grew up in Los Angeles.
Reseda.
Bingo.
I hated Reseda guys.
[Deeks laughs]
You know, Van Nuys used to have the hottest girls
back in the day.
Still does.
But they got attitude.
They all got attitude.
Hold on.
It's clear, Kensi.
KENSI: Backyard's clear. Coming around.
Okay.
DEEKS: Someone's birthday?
Yeah, it's my dad's handwriting.
Only a week late this time. So typical.
You gonna open it?
No.
You know, I was, uh...
after high school I didn't have any plans.
You know, no, uh, no job, didn't know about college.
I know the feeling.
Yeah.
My dad and I are polar opposites,
'cause he's the kind of guy that looks, like,
six different directions before he crosses the street.
He actually said to me, one time,
he said that "if you don't get your act together,
you're gonna spend the rest of your life trapped in this town."
You know, just like every other loser that's too scared
to venture out in the world and make his mark. And...
So when did you do it.
When did I do what?
Move out of L.A., conquer your demons,
prove the old man wrong?
That's the next chapter of this little pep talk, right?
Mm-hmm. To this day, I've never lived further away
than two miles from the house that I grew up in.
Eric just sent me Brandon's cell phone log.
He called Jafar Khan three times today.
So? He's my uncle.
When I heard about my dad, Uncle Jafar
was the only family I had left to call.
Okay, I'll handle this.
Okay.
Callen wants us back at Ops.
All right.
I'm telling the truth.
I believe you. But if I come back here looking for you
and you're not here, I'm going to find you.
You know that, right?
Okay.
Wait.
You ever wonder what your dad thinks about you?
No.
He never got it, anyway.
Dude moved to Iowa.
[sighs]
What is that?
It's probably nothing.
Jafar Khan may be loved by Joint Special Operations Command,
but once upon a time, he had another patron saint, the CIA.
It was a messy breakup, so it didn't take much convincing
to get Langley to slip me the file they kept on him.
CALLEN: What was Khan doing for the CIA?
Well, from 2002 to 2005,
they outsourced interrogations of terror suspects
to nations that weren't,
well, overly concerned
with human rights.
Uh, Pakistan being one of them.
Seems Jafar Khan had a very specific style of questioning.
CALLEN: We've seen those body markings before.
KENSI: Booth's body was in
the exact same condition when we found it.
SAM: Khan did this to his own
brother-in-law, so he could have the bounty for himself.
Want to see if there's anything there?
Booth mailed it to Brandon the day he was killed.
SAM: Eric, where is Kahn now?
ISI's refusing to divulge his whereabouts.
Hey, hey, check this out.
CALLEN: What are we looking at?
It's a spectron seal, invisible to the naked eye.
This photo is not an original-- it's a scan,
with a seal embedded into it.
The pattern contains some sort of message.
Hmm. It's a series of numbers.
Or coordinates. Latitude and longitude, with a time stamp.
CALLEN: That's somewhere in Afghanistan.
Location corresponds to a teahouse
in Afghanistan's Hindu Kush mountain range.
The time stamp is...
36 hours from right now.
This is Booth's tip.
Booth knew if anything happened to him
there'd be an investigation.
He also knew that we'd question his son.
He didn't send the intel for Brandon to find.
He sent it to us. Khan said we had
48 hours before the tip went bad.
But according to this embedded message, his intel's late.
He's eight hours behind.
Huh.
Booth misled him on purpose.
By the time Khan gets there,
the high-value target's gonna be long gone.
But Kahn won't know that.
I sense impending mayhem,
and perhaps an outrageous petty cash request.
One simple question, Hetty.
Do you trust us?
♪ ♪
KHAN: Kasi Shariff?
Glad you could join us.
Reimbursing my boss for travel
expenses would have set me back in a major way.
Booth played you.
Task Force 232 got here hours ago.
Bagged the Taliban's master bomb-maker.
Your immunity isn't valid in Afghanistan, is it?
SAM: Drop it.
WEAVER: He said drop the gun.
Secure that weapon.
Let's go.
[helicopter blades whirring] Come on.
Everything's negotiable when you know what I know.
Remember that.
SAM: Yeah, yeah, Get him out of here, Sergeant Weaver.
WEAVER: You got it.
I can't believe Hetty authorized us to do this in person.
We had her at the word "tea."
Deeks?
What's up?
Hey, um...
I just came to give you this.
I threw this out for a reason.
I know. And I'm not telling you to open it.
All right? I'm just doing is giving you another chance...
if you feel like it.
[sighs]
What is that on your fingers?
That's nothing.
I carry a Beretta 92FS because the manual safety
saved my ass one time during a gun snatch attempt by a junkie.
And if the magazine ever jams,
I can just pop a bullet straight into the chamber.
Take a look.
Maybe some other time.
Hey!
DEEKS: Hey, welcome back guys.
Is he staring at us?
SAM:Yeah.
No, I just... what I wanted to say is that I, uh,
I heard about the whole 2007 New Year's Day,
you know, with the Armenian mob,
when they came in and dragged the...
This actually went better in my head.
I'm derailing. Let me finish. Um...
I have a lot of admiration
for the trust that you two have in each other.
That's it.
Okay. Uh, good night.
What the hell's he talking about?
[chuckles] Armenian mob?
No idea.
HETTY: Oh goody. Tea.
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