¶ When I'm with you ¶
¶ I'm rich ¶
¶ Don't need no money... ¶
(thump in distance)
You hear that?
I didn't hear anything.
Come here.
¶ 'Cause when I'm with you... ¶
(glass shatters)
Shh-shh-shh-shh.
MAN: Call 911.
(both grunting)
MAN: Hey!
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(panting)
OFFICER: Drop it! Now!
¶ ¶
What happened to you? I thought we were working out today.
My bad, G. I was picking up these.
Boom!
Two tickets
to the Rams this weekend, baby.
After 22 years, football's back in L.A.
Awesome. That's it?
Glorious gridiron action on the sunny 50-yard line?
That's beyond awesome. Good job?
Thanks?
Hold up.
I present to you
the mother of L.A. sporting events,
and you're doing paperwork?
Paperwork's not gonna do itself.
You don't want to go.
I never said that.
You don't have to.
I thought this was our thing. I thought you liked football.
I do! I just...
Just what?
I was really looking forward to sitting on my couch
and having a cold beer this weekend.
They have cold beer at the stadium.
They don't have my couch.
Besides,
that downtown traffic is a nightmare.
The Staples Center is downtown.
We go to Clippers games all the time.
Are you kidding me right now?
(sighs) I'm sorry, big guy.
I'm... I'm just not up for the crowd.
Now, I'm gonna have to side with Sam-Dawg on this one.
We got a case, guys.
You know, Sam, I'd be happy to roll with you.
I just might take you up on that.
Yeah? Are you a fan?
Fan, no.
Fanatic,
yes.
(chuckles) Pom-poms, body paint,
beer hat, what-what?!
Shut up. (laughs)
What?
Hey, I got an extra foam finger.
NELL: Naval Engineering Officer
Lieutenant Commander George Owens.
He and his lady friend were victims
of a home invasion this morning.
Owens specializes in nuclear propulsion system designs.
That's a long list of enemies that would like that technology.
We got an I.D. on the attacker? Mm-hmm.
Robert Collier. He's a repeat felon.
He was killed during the attack.
Odd to have a common criminal target naval technology.
Unless someone hired him.
How did Commander Owens kill the intruder?
He didn't.
The condo's maintenance man, John Martin,
he heard a ruckus and intervened.
NELL: And Owens' girlfriend recorded the attack
from the closet.
(men grunting over video)
CALLEN: This guy's got serious skills.
He moves like he's military.
You say he's a maintenance man?
NELL: Mm-hmm. For the last eight years.
CALLEN: LAPD get a statement?
ERIC: Uh, yeah.
Eh, no. Um, partial.
LAPD let Martin
take a break, but right after this reporter cornered him,
he left the scene.
REPORTER: ...disarm and kill a home invader
with your bare hands.
Sir, do you care to...
Reluctant hero.
What kind of hero doesn't want his 15 minutes?
NELL: Lieutenant Commander Owens
is waiting for you both at the boatshed.
Okay, well, let's not keep him waiting.
Did Deeks stay in the hospital again last night?
Uh, yeah, but he is on alert
and ready to jump in with both feet if needed.
(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(grunts softly)
Morning.
Hey.
What time is it?
Time for you to get up and give me a kiss.
Challenge accepted.
Ooh, I got puppy breath.
Yeah.
How you feeling?
I'm okay. (clears throat)
You look good. Yeah, I bet.
You do.
More importantly, you're doing great.
Can I get you anything?
A limo to take me home?
I can't do that.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I know you don't want to be here,
but this is where you have to be if you're gonna get better.
Right?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
I'm gonna be here as much as I can.
You don't have to. I know I don't have to do that.
I want to do that.
Besides, you're gonna be out of here in a second.
Hmm.
Although the house is so clean right now.
(both laugh)
(sighs)
Good news is we identified the home invader.
He was a career criminal with a long list of break-ins.
Wait, this has nothing to do with my work?
SAM: We want to verify
there wasn't a security breach,
but this could be a standard home invasion.
Thank God for the maintenance man.
He's wasting his time as a janitor.
He should be fighting in the UFC.
(chuckles)
You guys friends?
John helped me move in eight years ago.
Spoke when I saw him.
(sighs) Think you know a guy.
SAM: Hmm. Can you give us a sec?
Yeah.
Owens moved in eight years ago.
Martin started eight years ago.
Mm-hmm?
Could be some sort of long game setup.
Martin sets up the home invader, takes him out,
becomes a hero.
It's intricate but not impossible.
Or we're just jaded
and it was simply a Good Samaritan stepping in.
There's only one way to find out.
NELL: Oh, God.
(slap, Eric groans)
ERIC: Harder.
(loud slap, Eric groans) What is...
what is happening?
Hey, Deeks.
(groans)
Come on. One more, one more.
I can take it, I can take it. All right.
(groans) That's what I'm talking about.
I'm gonna ask it again-- what is... happening?
Uh, the, uh, Xbox Games are coming up.
Uh-huh.
We're building up my controller grip strength.
Mm-hmm.
No pain...
(slap, Eric groans)
No weakness.
(groans)
No idea who you two are.
Mm. (exhales) Yeah.
So, how's our girl?
She's, uh,
taking it one step at a time.
She's busy in a therapist session right now,
so I thought I'd... come here.
Where are the Hardy Boys?
They're, uh,
following up on a home invasion.
Mm-hmm. And Hetty's tracking our moley-mole
off Carl Brown's lead.
I so wish I could be there
when karma catches up with that guy.
DEEKS: Yeah, we all do.
Listen, I'm gonna go.
But, uh, you guys keep doing whatever...
dominatrix, S&M things that you're doing.
What? No. What? Deeks.
We're just doing the thing... That's... not.
It's for... You guys just keep on...
You... you have to be facing forward... for that to work.
Huh.
Amazing that I never knew that.
Yeah.
Thanks. Yes, sir.
(door closes)
Martin's been living here over eight years.
This is all he owns?
I kind of dig the minimalism.
Something to be said for not being owned by your stuff.
Yeah. Says you're cheap.
Carla Stone.
He took the time to cut this out.
She a relative? Friend of the family?
Maybe she knows something.
G.
Hopefully she's not in danger.
Somebody's ready for the zombie apocalypse.
That's some heavy artillery.
That's the kind you use when you want
to kill a lot of people fast.
Okay, so he's trained, he has a ton of weapons,
and he ran from the police.
If you're planning an attack,
why interfere with a home invasion next door?
Love thy neighbor?
I'm gonna pretend you never said that.
Nothing's out of place.
Wouldn't you grab some weapons
if you're gonna make a run for it?
Must've been in a rush.
Loner. OCD.
On a good day, we're looking for Jason Bourne.
Yeah, on a bad day, Jeffrey Dahmer.
Well, if this girl is in danger...
We got to find her fast.
Anna. Deeks.
So, is this gonna be a regular thing?
Only until my ATF paperwork is cleared.
Or Hetty runs out of work for me. Mm.
You look like a woman on a mission.
Are you on a mission?
Eric found an address for Carla Stone.
Callen and Sam are heading to her school.
I'm checking out her residence.
All right. Fair enough.
I'll go with you.
Maybe you should speak to the assistant director about that.
Around here, we call him
Granger Grumpy Pants or Heir Geez Meister.
"Assistant Director" will suffice moving forward.
Ugh.
Where were you on that one?
Thanks for the heads up.
Uh, sorry, I was obviously...
(laughs) joking.
I've been called way worse by much better.
But I need to talk to you.
Jones will go with Anna.
Granger...
Sorry-- Assistant Director, listen,
I can, uh, I can look after Kensi and still do my job.
Well, that's awesome,
but I still want to talk to you. They got this.
Let me know if you find anything. Mm-hmm.
Word on the street is you got a new Mustang.
Yup.
Feel like letting me tame that beast?
Don't do that. Don't give her the keys.
She is a... terrible...
Streets of L.A. just got a... little bit more dangerous.
Let's have a chat.
Give us the room, guys.
Yes, sir.
Sit down.
Oh, wow, we're...
All right, we're really doing this, huh?
Just two dudes on a bench.
Deeks and Granger.
Greeks.
Oy.
So, how's it going?
Kensi's got a long journey ahead of her,
but she'll get there.
Mm.
But how's Deeks doing?
Listen, you got to roll with this a little bit here.
Help me out.
Um...
honestly, I don't know.
At this point, I-I can't tell if I'm...
if I'm comforting her or just myself.
Well, if it comforts both, does it matter?
No.
No, I guess it doesn't, does it?
You know what's crazy about this is that...
you know, we say these things
like we'll go to the ends of the Earth for somebody,
but then you're called on it...
...and you realize you don't know how.
And I don't...
...I don't know how.
You're at a place in your life right now
where you have to realize
you're not just responsible for yourself.
You're responsible for all the lives you touch.
Yeah, no, I realize that and I'm...
and I'm trying.
And Kensi, God bless her, she puts on a good face.
I just don't know if I'm doing a great job.
The only way you'll fail her is if you quit.
So don't quit.
You got this.
Thank you, Assistant Director.
All my friends call me Granger.
That mean we're gonna be friends?
GRANGER: We'll call you when we need you.
DOCTOR: Lift your arm up.
There we go. Good.
Now don't let me pull it down.
Good.
All right. Now resist.
All right.
Left deltoid, biceps and triceps, five out of five.
Okay.
Move your leg from side to side.
Mm-hmm.
Lift up off the bed.
Now... close your eyes.
You feel this?
Yes.
This?
I-I don't think so. Now...
...certain nerves in your body
cross over at the point of the injury.
So, on your left side, you're experiencing paralysis
and loss of proprioception, which is where your your brain
can't tell where certain parts of your body are anymore.
But on the right,
you can't feel pain and probably temperature as well.
So what you're saying is both sides are damaged?
No, you have an incomplete spinal cord injury.
May not seem like it to you,
but over the last month,
you've shown some small signs of improvement,
which may indicate bruising
and not permanent injury to the spinal cord.
Okay, how do I get better? We're gonna start you
on daily physical therapy.
It'll take a good four to six months to see
how much strength and use you can restore to the left side.
But the best thing that you can do
is to fully commit to your therapy
and try to retrain your body.
Okay.
I'll check in again tomorrow.
All right. Ladies and gentlemen.
Now, did we catch that on the left side?
On the left side...
(grunts)
(engine roars)
(tires screech)
(clears throat) Well, that was... interesting.
I think I'm built for this.
Yeah. I'll be driving home.
(engine stops)
Isn't that Carla?
What's she doing home from school in the middle of the day?
I don't know.
She doesn't seem to be in any danger.
Maybe she doesn't know it yet.
Yeah.
Carla?
It's me, Lana.
Second floor?
(chuckles) I'm sorry.
I'm a friend of your mother, Tracy.
Oh, hi.
Shouldn't you be in school?
I wasn't feeling so great, so my mom said I could come home.
She's on her way back from Sacramento.
Mm. Oh.
Got to take this.
Hope you feel better.
Thank you.
What's up, Anna?
ANNA: We have eyes on Carla Stone at her residence.
She came home from school early.
Apparently, she wasn't feeling well.
She showed no signs of being in danger.
Then who's he looking for?
CALLEN: Anna, we've got eyes on Martin.
All right, good to hear that Carla's safe.
Why don't you keep an eye on her place till we figure out
what's going on here. ANNA: Copy that.
What the hell? Federal agent!
CALLEN: Federal agents!
On the ground!
Put your hands up!
I got him. Hands behind your head.
Look out!
You okay? I'm good.
(tires screech, horn honks)
We have a problem?
No, we don't. You seem to.
Do men attack you with syringes every day?
Who was he?
I was hoping you could tell me. I was the one being assaulted.
On the same day you just happened to kill a man.
I didn't mean to kill him.
That spanner was the first thing I grabbed and I slung it.
Commander Owens sure was lucky that you were there.
Right place, right time.
How'd you learn to fight like that?
I took a few classes at the YMCA growing up.
I never thought they'd come in handy.
CALLEN: You know, it's quite an arsenal
you have there, by the way.
It's more of a collection, really.
I see you guys have been snooping around my flat, huh?
Of course, without a warrant,
that's an illegal search.
Doesn't change the fact that you still have it.
Why hide a collection in a secret compartment?
There's a lot of kids in that building.
You got to be responsible, you know?
Oh.
Who is she?
Well, it, uh... it says right here
her name is, uh, is Carla.
We found that in your condo.
Well, that's because I, uh...
I'm in the market for a new mattress.
You spend a large percentage
of your life in bed; it's a real wise investment.
And you don't find it odd that
we found this in your condo, and then you were attacked
outside of this girl's school?
No, I-I find that extremely odd.
Especially in a city this big.
I mean, it's a... it's a hell of a coincidence.
Is it weird that you went to her school,
and before you got there, she went home sick?
CALLEN: You're saying you don't know her, huh?
Just from that article.
Listen, am I under arrest here?
If you don't have reason to hold me, don't you have to let me go?
Oh, we got a lot of things we have to do, right, G?
I got a magazine subscription I got to cancel.
I have to take up botany.
But letting you go isn't on that list.
Until you're ready to start telling the truth,
you're part of an ongoing investigation.
Get comfortable.
If you wanted a leg massage, all you had to do was ask.
'Cause I know a guy. I'm talking about me.
No. Not in the mood, okay?
What's going on?
Nothing's going on, okay?
That's just the problem-- what you see is what you get.
Hmm.
Okay, well, maybe we should take what we get
and, uh, get out of here for a second. What do you think?
Oh, really? And how do you suggest I do that?
I can't walk, remember?
Well, when you can't walk,
why not ride in style?
CALLEN: He's sharp.
There's definitely something about him.
Maybe I should take him with me to see the Rams game.
Come on. Don't say that.
You are more than welcome to sit on my couch and watch it.
Nah. I'll be at the Coliseum
watching with the real football fans.
Did you hear the way he said "spanner" and "flat"?
Yeah. Could be European.
You think he's a sleeper?
I don't know, but it's definitely got something
to do with this girl.
All right, well...
we've let him marinate long enough.
Let's find out.
Am I being released?
That depends. Are you ready to level with us?
We got all day.
Something tells me you don't.
The girl in that photo-- she is in danger.
And you know this how?
(sighs)
(Israeli accent): Because my real name is Tobin Shaked.
And I am ex-Mossad.
I was a member of a special ops unit-- the Kidon.
The Mossad within the Mossad.
Kidon made a name for themselves
infiltrating enemy countries.
And murdering Israel's enemies without leaving a trace.
Why are you in the U.S.? Is the girl a target?
If she were my target, she would be dead.
You said "ex-Mossad."
There's another Kidon agent.
David Fisch.
He went rogue eight years ago on a mission.
He killed 13 innocent civilians.
I was the one who turned him in.
But Fisch escaped before going to prison.
For the safety of my family,
I left the Mossad and Israel.
To avoid Fisch's revenge.
The girl's your daughter.
Her mother--
she couldn't deal with all the hiding, the lies.
She brought Carla here when she was young,
but she thinks I abandoned them.
So you've been watching over her
from the shadows for eight years.
If you hadn't helped your neighbor
and made it on the news, nothing would've changed.
I have no regrets about doing the right thing.
But my daughter, she is in danger.
Why?
Last night's news broadcast traveled quickly.
Fisch has climbed the ranks of Israel's underworld.
He will bring his very best to bring me back to Israel.
He knows the road to me
is through my daughter.
Why are you so certain?
Because it is what I would have done.
Hold tight.
A lot of it was buried pretty deep,
but his story checks out.
This guy blew his cover when he didn't have to.
Hardwired to do the right thing.
Sounds familiar.
We got to help him.
Granger's gonna say it's not our fight.
We gonna let that stop us?
Of course not.
Us good guys got to stick together.
I'll have Anna and Nell bring Carla in ASAP.
This is it.
Carla?
Federal agents.
(muffled sobbing)
(ears ringing)
(siren wailing in distance)
(echoing): Nell?
(Carla whimpering)
I said I'm fine.
Clearly, you don't realize I have a gun.
The medics just want to observe you for a little bit.
No easy day, huh?
No.
I mean, it's real in the field.
(chuckles)
But I guess it's nice to be alive. Right?
CALLEN: Did you get a good look at the guy?
I barely remember getting here.
ANNA: Too much smoke.
My head bouncing off the wall didn't help.
Dropped this on purpose.
Burn phone.
Probably use it to make contact.
We better get Eric digging into surveillance.
(whispers): Don't let them keep me.
It's for your own good.
Take care of yourself.
I'll see you.
Thanks.
Looks like Martin's worst nightmare is coming true.
Callen.
Wh-Where's Nell? How is she? How do we get this guy?
She's fine, Eric. She's a little shaken up,
but she'll be back in Ops soon.
They just want to keep an eye on her a bit longer.
SAM: What did you find?
Condo security caught the whole thing.
If this guy's in the facial rec database,
we'll know soon enough.
I know this man.
He goes by Ariel.
God's lion.
There is nothing godly about him.
He's Fisch's dog,
and a ruthless murderer who specializes
in finding people who don't want to be found.
I don't know what to do.
If he's as good as you say he is, we're gonna need a plan.
Stuck in that damn hospital so long, even L.A. air smells good.
DEEKS: All right.
Best seat in the house.
(sighs)
Actually, can we go back please?
NeoBani? MAN: Yeah, Mr. Deeks?
Yo.
MAN: Here you go. Got your order.
DEEKS: Thanks.
Have a good one. You, too.
So, I figured that you must be sick and tired
of hospital food, so I got you some...
¶ Bulgogi. ¶
Yeah, I'm not hungry.
What? What are you talking about?
Since when do you turn down fire meat?
What's gonna happen to me?
(sighs)
Well, I can tell you exactly what's gonna happen to you.
You're gonna take it day-by-day
until you're ready to come back to work.
And what if I don't get better?
You're getting better every day.
Am I?
Yeah, you are.
Even if it doesn't feel like it to you,
I see it, and more importantly, the doctors see it.
I may never walk again, Deeks.
You're-you're gonna walk again.
You don't know that. I do know that.
You're gonna walk,
and you're gonna be better and stronger and faster.
You're gonna be like the bionic woman.
You know what? I'm gonna go back to the room.
All right, I'll take you. I got it.
Hey, hey. I don't need... I don't need help. I'm okay.
Thank you. Nurse?
Maybe I can take you back to...
I can roll you back in. No. I'm fine. Thank you.
Could you please take me back to my room? Of course.
Thank you.
And, I, um... I don't want any more visitors.
We're on.
Chemical plant in NoHo.
Straight swap-- you for your daughter.
Yeah. Let's give him what he wants.
Set up a perimeter, get your daughter to safety,
then hold tight till the cavalry arrives.
He'll be waiting for us to counter.
I will do it to save Carla.
It's risky. There'll be a moment when you're vulnerable.
CALLEN: But what we have going for us is that he wants
to take you back to Israel and not kill you immediately.
This isn't about me.
All I care about is my daughter.
Yeah, well, we care about you both.
SAM: If we don't take care
of each other, who will?
(Deeks whistles)
What's going on here?
You guys having a bro-fest without me?
Is it 'cause I brought a date?
'Cause don't worry, Kensi knows all about her.
How's Kensi doing?
Rough day.
Let's just say that my charm has its limitations.
Yeah.
All good?
I could use a dose of payback.
Then let's gear up and get it.
Only get one shot at this, guys.
Let's get it done.
Anybody got anything?
Nothing here.
I think I made out with Hazel Valentino in a place like this.
Just breaking hearts. ANNA: I don't believe it.
No way you got a girl to touch you.
Well, you're obviously
still loopy from the blast.
I'll have you know, I was quite the player in my teens.
Eric, how about on your end?
ERIC: Nothing out of the ordinary.
Wait. There's movement. South entrance.
He's here.
Thank you for agreeing to meet.
Tobin Shaked.
It is an honor to bring in a legend as yourself.
Where's Carla? Tut-tut.
She's here and safe... for now.
Don't play games. You'll lose.
No games.
Just precaution.
The girl is in
one of these containers.
But she has a very limited supply of air.
How limited?
Two minutes.
Maybe less.
CALLEN: You tell us where
the girl is, and there's a small chance
you walk out of here alive. Maybe.
But if my calculations are off,
and this pointless conversation continues,
the girl will surely die.
He's bluffing.
She's his only leverage.
SHAKED: No.
He's not.
ARIEL: Decision time.
Give me Shaked, and I will deliver him to Fisch.
Then it will be over.
You don't have to do this.
Find my Carla.
Do this for me.
Ticktock, gentlemen.
Track him, Eric.
Yup.
Carla?!
Can you hear me?! SAM: Carla?!
CALLEN: Carla?!
CALLEN: Look for outliers.
Anything out of place, any disturbances in the gravel.
That still leaves us, like, a million barrels. Carla?!
SAM: Ground level only.
She'd be hard to lift by himself.
Carla!
Guys, she's got about 20 seconds of air left.
You keep your eyes locked.
The second we find her, we're taking him.
Yeah.
No. Wait. What-what happened?
No, he-he killed the power grid.
Guys, I do not have Ariel.
Repeat-- I do not have eyes on Ariel.
We're out of time.
We need to find her now.
Carla! Carla!
Carla! (hollow banging, dull clank)
Guys, I got something!
Carla, hold on.
Never mind. It's sand.
CALLEN: Carla?
That's two minutes.
CALLEN: I know!
Keep searching.
Carla!
ANNA: Carla!
(hollow banging)
DEEKS: Carla!
(dull clank)
I got something!
Carla!
I got her! I got her!
Sam, bring her over here!
Come on, come on.
Come on, Carla.
Come on, Carla. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Carla. Come on.
DEEKS: What do you got?
She's got a pulse, but she's not breathing.
DEEKS: Hang on, Carla.
Hang on. (exhales)
(gasps)
(Carla coughing)
There you go. Okay.
Okay. You'll be okay.
You'll be okay.
(sighs)
Well done.
Anna's gonna ride with her to the hospital
till her mother arrives.
Ariel's got a head start. What do we know?
He's planning on delivering Martin to Fisch in Israel.
He's gonna have a tough time getting through any airport
with an unwilling or unconscious passenger.
How 'bout a boat?
He knows we're looking for him. It's too risky.
What if he's not taking him to Israel?
He said he was delivering Martin to Fisch.
He never actually said where.
Eric. ERIC: Yep.
Run a check on David Fisch.
I got a feeling facial rec's gonna ping him
at airport surveillance somewhere.
On it.
You can't bring Martin to you, you come to Martin.
Fisch thinks Martin double-crossed him.
He wants revenge. He might risk it.
Fisch will definitely kill Martin
if he gets his hands on him.
That's not gonna happen.
Nell.
Nell, what are you doing here?
It's good to see you, too.
No, I'm-I'm glad to see you.
Shouldn't you be getting checked out or...?
I'm a little shaken, not stirred.
So, what are we doing?
Worrying to death about losing you.
I... meant...
You meant about the case.
Mm-hmm.
You're sweet.
I'm so glad you're okay.
Oh, me, too.
Okay. Um... get me up to speed.
Well, I've been checking ATM cams and satellites
to see if Fisch entered the country.
Mm-hmm.
Could always use another set of eyes.
Thou hath but to ask, my liege.
Mm. (computer beeps)
Oh, got him.
Surveillance cam at John Wayne Airport.
Must've been a private flight.
All right, I'll call the guys.
Don't lose that car. Yeah.
Eric, we got the SUV. No sign of Fisch.
Deeks. Find a window and talk us in.
On it.
(grunting)
All right, guys, I got Ariel.
He's beating Martin like a piñata
about 15 meters ahead of your position.
No eyes on Fisch yet.
(grunting continues)
Hold up. No, I got Fisch.
He's got three armed men.
You go in right now, it's gonna be buzz saw.
We wait for an opening.
Shaked.
(speaks Hebrew)
You know, Tobin...
I've not been entirely honest.
See...
I put Carla in the barrel
20 minutes before you arrived.
Your friends couldn't have saved her.
No.
She died, in the dark,
scared, alone.
As you will now.
Sam, Callen, you need to go right now.
Can't live forever.
I at least wanted to make it to the game this weekend.
Federal agents!
CALLEN: I got two on the run.
On it. I got Fisch.
(groans)
Door no good for you?
You're welcome.
(tires screeching)
SAM: Deeks, you okay?
I think I got him.
Yeah. Yeah, I definitely got him.
It's over.
(panting): Carla. Carla.
We got her.
She's okay.
Carla's gonna be fine.
Thank you. Thank you.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Nurse Anderson, extension 5519.
Nurse Anderson, extension 5519.
Her mother is on the way.
Once I know she is safe, I will slip away.
I owe you a life's debt.
You want to do something for me?
Anything. Just ask.
Go in there and be her father.
It can only bring her pain.
Well, if you don't, she's gonna have a void where her father
was supposed to be for the rest of her life.
It is better if she does not know the truth.
That's not your decision.
It'll hurt at first,
but that's the fire you have to walk through
to get your daughter back.
It's not too late.
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Daddy?
SHAKED: Yeah.
Hi.
You want in on this, too?
DEEKS: Me?
No, no. I got season tickets.
I'm just coming to watch the carnage
before I head back to the hospital to visit Kensi.
Sam, I am literally the best wingman.
I get a lifetime discount
from my days as a beer vendor.
Check it. (clears throat)
Beer here!
Get your ice-cold beer here! Huh?
I can get us locker room access.
SAM: Hmm? I know people.
Get your grubby paws off my tickets.
I thought you didn't like crowds.
Hey, Callen, special delivery.
Thank you, Nell. I was just, uh,
buying some time... for these.
You like? (Deeks whistles)
I'm not gonna lie. Those are sweet.
You almost got me.
Come on. It's our thing.
Who's Mr. Carl and Switch?
Aliases.
Did I mention I own a T-shirt gun?
I can get you a sweaty jersey from the game.
SAM: Whoa, thanks for saving me.
CALLEN: I got your back.