01x11 - The Game

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(INTRO TO ELVIS PRESLEY'S
"NIGHT LIFE" PLAYING)

♪ Oh, the neons are a-gleamin' ♪

♪ And the gamblers are a-dreamin' ♪

♪ Oh, it's night life ♪

♪ Yeah, night life ♪

♪ The chips are a-spillin'
and it's time... ♪

Raise.

♪ Oh, it's night life ♪

♪ Yeah, night life ♪

♪ Oh, the pockets are
a-burnin', and the money... ♪

Reraise.

♪ The dice roll a-turnin'
and you hit snake eyes ♪

♪ You can't be a quitter ♪

♪ When you're caught up
in the glitter... ♪

All in, y'all.

Whoa.

♪ There're long-legged women
who could take you... ♪

Take it.

Ooh!

You are having quite the run.

Lucky night, I guess.

♪ Out to spend your money,
yes, it's night life... ♪

I'm gonna sit this next one out and...

find the ladies'.

♪ Come on, make your play ♪

♪ Though you may regret it
at the break of day ♪

♪ I said you can't be a quitter
when you're caught up... ♪

Come on, CHAD. Come on.

Yes.

(g*n c*ck)

♪ ♪

What?

Nothing.

- I like this.
- The coffee? It's fair trade.

Mm-mm. Not the coffee.

Though you really can taste
the transparency in the roast.

(LAUGHS)

I like sitting here with you
and not talking.

- Mm.
- Just being comfortable

in the silence,

watching you read.

Your staring is... it's a little creepy.

(LAUGHS): Hey.

I'm happy, too.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

It's great to feel like I can just be.

I've never had that.

I've always felt the need
to make conversation.

Oh, yeah, totally.

Yeah, like even now,
I'm not remotely annoyed

you're not paying attention.

I know how important
your job is. I get it.

And I've grown to love...

like...

"Distracted Whistler".

Alexa, how long will it take
to get to Pearl Harbor?

ALEXA: Based on
current traffic, it will take

- about minutes to get to Pearl Harbor.
- I have to go.

Oh, well, here,
I'll get you a to-go mug.

And, uh, I will be sure
to return it soon.

Like, uh, maybe tonight soon?

Alexa,

is the Hau Tree open for dinner tonight?

Hau Tree will be open today
from : p.m. to : p.m.

Let's, uh, talk about it later.

(GIGGLES)

- Have a great day.
- You, too.

Rowan. Miles.

Harper. Holden.

Kai. Dalia.

Dalia?

Good morning, handsome.

When I said you can't text me
during the week

or after : p.m. on weekends,

that also applied to in-person visits.

Relax, Malik. I'm not here for you.

She's here for me.

Believe it or not, Ernie,
everything isn't about you.

Jury's still out on that.

How can I help you, Detective Reed?

Trey Santos.

The drug dealer?

He's more of a kingpin, really.

We spent six months working
with HPD on a joint task force

busting him, but this isn't about me.

Trial's starting next week.

There isn't gonna be a trial.

Key evidence is gone.

The hard drives are missing?

Well, technically, they're still there.

- But wiped clean.
- My God.

Everything linking him to the operation.

Schedules, routes, encrypted financials.

I knew NCIS should have taken

those hard drives
instead of the kilos

of untraceable cocaine we
found hidden on Navy property.

This is kind of about me.

D.A. is gonna drop charges.

Santos was released yesterday.

- That's not good.
- Gets worse.

I think I know who's responsible.

And I need your help.

Detective Roy Burr.

years working narcotics for HPD.

History of questionable behavior.

Several Internal Affairs investigations.

Any of those investigations
bring about a suspension?

No. But logs show Burr was
in the evidence locker

days before we learned
the hard drives were wiped.

That's not exactly a smoking g*n.

Up until a few years ago,
Santos was a small-time dealer

who side-hustled as a
confidential informant.

That's how he built his empire.

Every time he helped take down
other dealers,

he quietly took over their territory.

Here's the kicker.

Burr was the cop
who turned Santos into a C.I.

KAI: Well, there's your smoke.

If Burr turned a blind eye to
Santos's power grab back then...

He could easily be on the take now.

Destroy evidence against him.

Why not go to your bosses?

She doesn't know who she can trust.

Kai, see what Ernie
can find on Roy Burr.

Make sure he doesn't raise
any flags with HPD.

(BEEP)

(SNIFFING) Smells good in here.

You light a candle or something?

You ever hear about midnight madness?

Flight Honolulu-to-Vegas,
Hawai'i's ninth island. Why?

Roy Burr goes at least once a month.

Stays at the nicest suites downtown.

Likes to live large.

Oh, and he's got the debts to prove it.

KAI: Lot of people have debts
and aren't on the take.

- Any links to Santos?
- Nothing yet.

No big cash deposits

or offshore accounts.

If he's bringing money into Las Vegas,

he's leaving it at the tables.

Destroying evidence
seems like a big risk

to play slots and get a comped buffet.

Well, never underestimate
the mind of a gambler.

Something's there.
Just haven't found it.

Or Dalia's wrong.

She would never come on just a hunch.

She's very good at her job.

Is she, now?

All right, we'll tail Burr old-school.

See what we can uncover.

(SNIFFING)

It's cologne.

Dalia's here and you put on cologne.

No, it's essential oils.

- It relaxes me.
- Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SNIFFING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- (SHUTTER CLICKING)
- Dry cleaner, car wash,

and now a Chinese market.

This might be the most boring

stakeout in law enforcement history.

You want to hear about
a boring stakeout?

Nope, not really.

Back in D.C., dangerous fugitive
escapes state prison.

All hands on deck.

I get assigned his Aunt
Morrine's house in Anacostia.

Three full days I observe
her sit on her couch,

eating Lean Cuisines,

watching Home Shopping Network.

She didn't even buy anything.

- Fugitive ever show up?
- Nah.

They caught him on an Amtrak.

(EXHALES) Sounds like Waiting for Godot.

Nah, his name was Ronnie.

Hey, you want to see, uh,
Gracie's recital video?

It's minutes,

but it moves.

You notice all these people

heading into the market?

Yeah, a lot of people going in.

And staying.

♪ ♪

Excuse me, uh...

This could be interesting.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER,
SLOT MACHINES DINGING)

This has to be a health code violation.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Over there.

ROY: Put me in here.
Put me in this game right here.

- Come on, man, I'm good for it.
- No more credit, Roy.

When you got the dough,
then I'll let you play.

ROY: It's coming any minute.

Yeah, yeah. Right.

Yeah. I'm sure it is,
like the last time.

(COINS CLATTER)

KAI: I see him.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(g*nf*re)

(SCREAMING, PANICKED CHATTER)

- NCIS!
- Get down, get down!

Move, move!

What happened to "quiet surveillance"?

We followed Burr to a Chinese market

that was a front for
an underground casino.

Like, a casino casino?

Like, slots and all.

He got in a heated conversation.

He received a text,
rushed out in a hurry.

We caught up in time to see him
take two b*ll*ts in the chest.

Did you see the driver?

Taillights of a black, unmarked SUV.

HPD's checking traffic cams.

The text, you think it was related?

Looked to me like he
was being lured out.

TENNANT: Well, if he was involved
in getting rid of evidence

on Santos's drug operation,

now would be a good time to clean house.

It was definitely a setup.

He got a message to pick up
an "overdue package"

- right before he was shot.
- Who sent it?

No way of knowing.

It was sent with
an encryption app called Vesla.

We need to find out
who sent that message.

- It's got to be Santos, right?
- Maybe.

Who was Burr arguing with in the casino?

Name is Ike Diamond. Runs the joint.

Former Las Vegas
personal injury attorney,

- now...
- Full-time bookie.

Half the guys in my department
lay bets with him.

- And he's an attorney?
- Was.

The Nevada Bar Association
had a thing or two to say

about his more colorful hobbies.

Guess it's time to seek counsel.

Careful with the felt, Jimmy.

JESSE: Ike Diamond.

- NCIS.
- Congratulations.

There's Bubble Wrap and packing tape

under the craps table.

Wrap the legs

before you move them.

We're not here about the ill*gal casino.

Objection. Speculative.

We're here about Roy Burr.

He send you to brace me?

Uh, to what, now?

He thinks Burr sent us
here to beat him up.

Well, he does owe me a lot of money.

Burr didn't send us. He's dead.

Get the hell out of here.

Yeah, shot to death a block away.

No one mentioned that when they came

to arrest you and shut you down?

This isn't a shutdown.

It's a pause in community relations.

I'll be up and running in a month.

And I'll be released in a couple hours.

And Roy Burr?

What, you think I did it?

He does owe you a lot of money.

Not that I'm incriminating myself,

but in my line of work,

you can't collect from a dead man.

You were seen arguing with him
right before he was gunned down.

That's hearsay.

I'm the one who saw you.

Look, Roy Burr was
a degenerate gambler...

God rest his soul.

He's into me large,
and he had the chutzpah

to try to get back into
my weekly poker game on credit.

But you're not trying to
incriminate yourself.

It's a friendly home game.

It probably includes
some of your bosses.

We're not interested
in the gambling, Ike.

Roy Burr was a cop, probably dirty

and working with Trey Santos.

Talk to us, Ike, or you'll be arrested

for more than running a casino.

My involvement in the gambling arts

has nothing to do with Trey Santos.

He's a patron.

- Patron?
- At the poker game.

Oh, you host drug kingpins
at your friendly game?

I host anyone with cash.

Crooks, politicians...

And cops.

Like Roy Burr.

TENNANT: Roy Burr

and Trey Santos play
in a weekly poker game together?

Could've been where Santos paid him off,

gave him instructions.

Yeah, like having Burr
destroy evidence for him,

getting him out from under
a -year prison sentence.

"Could've been" doesn't solve the case.

We need evidence tying
Santos to Burr's m*rder.

We got the text luring Burr
out to the street

right before he was shot.

If we can connect it to Santos...

Good news, bad news.

The text came from an encrypted app,

so the only way to confirm who sent it

is through the source.

In other words, Santos's phone.

So we arrest him,

subpoena his phone...
who knows what else

- is on it?
- No, if we move in to arrest him,

it's too easy for him to bleach it,

clean out any of the messages.

Didn't you say there was good news?

We can access his phone
without him knowing it.

How do we do that?

With CHAD.

Cyber Hand Data Recovery Device.

- That doesn't spell...
- I like the name CHAD.

It can crack and clone

Santos's phone through Bluetooth.

What's the catch?

It needs to be within a few feet

of Santos's phone

for at least minutes
to actually work.

Close and prolonged access
to a deadly drug dealer.

Sounds... easy.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Ike's poker game.

JESSE: It's tonight.
Santos will be there.

- We send someone in.
- I'll do it.

Seriously?

'Cause I'm real good at playing poker.

- How good?
- It depends.

We talking hold 'em limit,
no limit, stud,

Omaha, Omaha hi-lo...

She can name the games.

This is a high-stakes poker game

where you have to play well
enough and last long enough

to get Ernie's CHAD next to Santos

without him catching on.

LuckyLucy .

Look it up.

Retired the account

before joining NCIS, but it was

a pretty feared avatar
in certain circles.

- ERNIE: Quite the side hustle.
- LUCY: Mm-hmm.

Didn't get out much in college.

Lucy's going into the game tonight.

Grab Ike, bring him here.

Ernie, show Lucy how CHAD works.

This is our shot. Let's take it.

IKE: I'm telling you now
I can't wear a wire.

Sensitive n*pples.

Be sure to keep that in mind.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Diamond.

Ernie here will tell you
exactly what you need to do

for this undercover operation to work.

And you'll do it exactly
like we tell you,

to avoid felony racketeering charges.

You'll place Trey Santos in seat eight,

next to the dealer.

Special Agent Tara will be in seat six.

No way I'm getting Maury
Chauvin to change his seat.

Remember that time I talked
about racketeering charges?

Six it is!

All you do is seat her

within two feet of Santos and his phone.

Look, it may be my game,

but it's Santos's world when he comes.

He brings muscle.
He controls everything.

What's my exposure here
vis-à-vis the vicious drug lord?

We will be surveilling
from across the street.

Special Agent Tara will
have a hidden camera

with a live feed.

So what do I tell my players?

I found her outside debate
club at Honolulu High?

I mean, work with me here.

I am a rich girl from Texas
on vacation with my family

- looking for a little fun with Daddy's money.
- Listen,

I'm not trying to be sexist...

But you're gonna be.

Is this really the best
person for the job?

I mean, at least this guy
could read like a finance bro

looking to scratch an itch.

(WHISPERS): No.

Do you even know the basics?

Like a flush beats a straight.

Sure. But I wouldn't take
a gutshot straight draw

over a runner-runner flush draw
unless the pot odds

- were at least four to one.
- KAI: Annie Duke.

She's like Annie Duke,
the professional...

I know who Annie Duke is.

It's gonna take more than that
to survive my game.

My players come for action.

Buy-in is $ K, minimum.

And I'm not staking Uncle Sam.

(SIGHS) We got that.

(KNOCKING)

Whistler?

Hey, it's me.

I know you don't like surprises,
but I have exciting news.

Or terrifying news. Not sure which.

Hello?

I tried calling, but it was...

Pizza?

Uh, n... Lucy.

Oh. Sorry. I thought you were the pizza.

Are you a friend of Whistler's?

Yeah. Sorry. I'm Cara.

Cara?

Whistler's girlfriend from D.C.

I just got in. You said your name

was Lucy?

- Lucy.
- Uh,

yep, still Lucy.

- Huh.
- Yeah. Oh, and this,

this is, uh, Cara,
your girlfriend from D.C.

Thought she was the pizza.

Um...

Okay, well, I-I'm off.

- It was lovely to meet you, Cara.
- Wait.

Lucy, wait, wait, wait.
Okay, I can explain.

That is... that is not
what it looks like.

People always say that in the movies,

and it is always, in fact,
what it looks like.

No. I didn't know that she was coming.

Well, I didn't know she existed.

- (ELEVATOR DOORS OPENING)
- So I think I win the dumbass award.

Yes.

No. No. I mean... Okay,
just give me a second,

and I'll tell you what happened.

Enjoy your pizza.

I'll check the comms
after I get this set up.

Everything good in there?

LUCY: Fine. I'm just getting dressed.

Okay. Great.

She's nervous.

You're nervous.

Yeah, well, it's a big deal.

First undercover assignment.

She's going in alone.

She's never done it before. No weapon.

Backup's stories and a block away.

LUCY: You know I can hear you.

You're gonna do great!

Oh.

"Oh", thanks for setting up
all the equipment?

Oh, I thought Ernie would be doing it.

Oh, no, he wouldn't be doing it.

He'd just be sitting here
in silent judgment

about how we're doing it wrong.

ERNIE (OVER COMM): I can hear you,
too. And you are doing it wrong.

How you doing, Lucy? Need any help?

Lucy? It's Dalia.

You good?

Wow.

You look...

Like Texas Cinderella!

You got CHAD?

- Uh, yeah. Locked and loaded.
- Okay.

KAI: Uh, here's your purse thing.

ERNIE: It's a clutch.

You just face it this way, so the camera

can get a good look at the table.

Got it.

ERNIE: Phone in there, too.

- Hit any button.
- We kick through the door.

DALIA: Santos is arriving
with three men.

Listen, you want to call this off,

just say the word and we're out of here.

Oh, honey, I got this.

Y'all don't have to worry about a thing.

- Mm-mm.
- Hey, Luce?

Mm-hmm?

Forgot the money.

(GASPS) Oh, oh, that's right.

I, um... Cash.

I usually pay with credit card.

How many times have you
played poker in person?

Uh, including tonight? One.

(SIGHS) Oh, man.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Evenin'.

Y'all got room for little ol' me?

Phone in the box.

Oh, I was told I could keep mine.

You know, in case I
need to order food...

Phone in the box.

I'm gonna need to pat you down.

Uh, fellas, fellas, haven't you heard?

It's . No pat-downs.

Come on.

Come with me over here.

What's your name gonna be?

- Lucy.
- Mm.

You look more like a Marla.

Gentlemen...

this is Marla.

She's in town from Dallas.

I met her at the Royal
Hawaiian happy hour.

- (LUCY CHUCKLES)
- The only thing

she likes more than mai tais
is betting daddy's money.

Whoo!

IKE: That's Malcolm.

Stanley.

The handsome guy over there is Maury.

Trey.

And this is Bad Beat Rick.

He's the best dealer on the island

- who's currently available.
- (CHUCKLES)

(GASPS) Oh, my G...

White and blue chips.

Just like my Cowboys.

Y'all better watch out.

What, do I have something in my teeth?

You have to give your money.

For the chips.

IKE: What did I tell you guys?

Tonight's special is fresh fish.

(OTHERS CHUCKLING)

- No offense, honey.
- (CHUCKLES)

I'm just excited to see a little action.

I mean, how many sea turtles can
one girl swim with, you know?

What's a turtle call his cell phone?

A shell phone.

Oh, my... Ha-ha-ha!

See? She even likes
your stale jokes, Keen.

I got a million of 'em.

Less talking.

More poker.

My thoughts exactly, Mr. Trey.

Mm-hmm.

TENNANT: I'm gonna want I.D.s

on all those players.

Already on it.

Besides Ike and Santos,

we got Malcolm Keen, a circuit judge,

nicknamed "The Hangin' Judge"
'cause he likes a good time.

- Explains the dad jokes.
- Next to Keen, we got

Maury Chauvin, retired dentist,
and Stanley Zhao,

Oahu's third most popular car dealer.

A judge and a drug dealer
at the same game.

As long as there's no rake,
this kind of home game is legal.

"Ish".

Jesse, Kai, what do you know?

They closed the curtains
on the game, but we counted

at least three bodyguards
who came with Santos.

Probably armed.

Santos likes a show of strength.

Well, I don't like anything about this.

I mean, they made her
get rid of her cell phone.

We have no way of contacting her
if this thing goes sideways.

TENNANT: If it goes sideways, Jesse.

Let's have a little faith, brother.

How long until we're up and running

- with your cloning device?
- The moment she activates it,

it should start cloning Santos's phone.

Hey.

Your move.

Call.

The bet was K.

LUCY: Oh, my. Well, um, okay.

My daddy has a saying:

"Never leave a racehorse
in the pasture".

KEEN: That reminds me of the story

about the jockey and
his young Irish fiancée...

IKE: Malcolm.

Keep it PG.

(CHUCKLES)

All in.

Mm.

Fold.

Your racehorse break a leg?

Just got here.

I'm not ready to turn in
my spurs just yet.

You'll get me next time.

I'm sure.

"Chip and a chair", that's my motto.

JESSE: She just lost half her stake.

Come on, Luce, play smart.

It's all good, Jesse. She's got this.

It's not her I'm worried about.

Ernie, how long until
the phone is cloned?

ERNIE: Working on an estimate.

Ernie's all over it.

Don't worry.

Uh, so, uh, how exactly
did you and Ernie meet?

I was, uh, at a Mensa retreat...

with my mom and dad.

Ernie was in charge of
the dance competition.

He wins every year.

His partner backed out last minute.

He asked me to fill in.

Taught me how to dance in a week.

But I didn't just learn how to dance.

I learned about life, too.

That's the plot to Dirty Dancing.

It is?

Like, beat for beat.

Huh.

Never seen it.

ERNIE: We got a problem.

What is it?

CHAD's not downloading the data
from Santos's phone.

You checked the device
before it went out, right?

There's no problem with CHAD.
The problem is on Santos's side.

His Bluetooth is turned off.

JESSE: Can't you just
turn it on remotely?

No. Without Bluetooth,

Santos's phone can't send any data.

Okay. What's the fix?

I could remotely send a
Trojan that would activate

- the Bluetooth. But then he would need
- That sounds good.

to call me directly, stay
on the phone long enough

for me to hack in.

Less good.

Plus, there's no way
to let Lucy know any of this.

(SIGHS) Maybe there is.

What time is it, you ask?

It's pineapple margarita time!

I'm not drinking.

Hey, more for me, then.

- All rightio.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm-hmm.

Stanley, you got it?

Drink up, Marla.

Thank you.

Ah, thank you.

And thank you. That was wonderful.

Very nice. Thank you.
You are so fantastic.

That was great. That was just beautiful,

the way you brought it over. Thank you.

Your move, Texas.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Gonna raise...

to $ , .

Let's make it ten.

Ooh. Okay.

So, uh, before I call,

I'm gonna need to speak
to my business manager,

make sure I have enough cash
to buy back in if I lose.

My phone's in the box over there, so...

No one leaves the table
once a hand is started.

Can I use your phone?

Unless you're afraid
I'm gonna call your raise.

(OTHERS CHUCKLING)

Thank you.

Put it on speaker.

Of course.

ERNIE: Hello?

Hey, Cal. It's, uh, Marla.

Sorry for calling so late.

How's Fort Worth treatin' ya?

(SOUTHERN ACCENT): Marla, sweetheart!

Fort Worth is as dry as
a heart of a haystack,

but, uh, you know, otherwise
I can't complain. Heh.

Oh, that's so great. Listen, I need, um,

I need K wired to my
"mad money" account.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Course, little lady.

Cash'll move faster

than a chicken caught
in a coyote parade.

You check your account...

in minutes.

(LAUGHS): Thanks, Cal.

Oh, say hi to Janey.

I will.

Bye-bye.

Chicken caught in a coyote parade?

Well...

guess I'm all in.

Whoo!

Hell yeah!

Might not need that K after all.

- You got lucky.
- Well,

is there any other way

- to win?
- (CHIPS CLACK)

The Trojan worked.
Data from Santos's phone

is being downloaded as we speak.

We just need her to stay in
the game for minutes longer.

The moment Lucy leaves the
room, be ready to breach.

- I'll give you the go sign.
- JESSE: Copy that, boss.

Raise.

Reraise.

All in, y'all.

Take it.

Lucky night, I guess.

All right, gonna sit
this next one out and...

find the ladies'.

Come on, CHAD. Come on.

Yes.

(g*n c*ck)

Want to tell me what this means?

- Talk.
- If you... if you want your money...

You don't care about the money.

You care about my phone.

You're a cop, trying to take me down.

I don't know what you mean.

Didn't realize it was occupied.

- What the hell is happening?
- I'm an NCIS agent.

We're gonna walk out
and straight to the exit.

Understand?

(CHUCKLES)

(QUIETLY): Where are we going?

Away.

Hey!

Stop them!

Something's happening in there.

Where'd Lucy go?

Jesse, you got eyes on her?

No. But there's a lot
of activity on the balcony.

Santos's men are moving fast.

TENNANT: Go now.

I need backup to that location.

We need to find Lucy.

Wait, what happened to Lucy?

Gonna tell me when you started working

with the cops and how
many others there are,

or I'm gonna toss you and
the shirt out the window.

Girl just wanted to play poker.

I don't have time to
get into this right now.

Lucy's in trouble, though?

Her and Judge Keen.

He's not in the main room, either.

Left the table just
after Lucy and Santos.

Are you gonna tell me what's going on?

Only if you keep your voice down.

Trey Santos is a drug dealer.

He had a cop destroy
evidence against him,

then k*lled the cop.

He told me he was in real estate.

You have your phone on you?

It's in the box with yours.

Okay. Then we got to move.

Jesse, Kai, are you on-site yet?

KAI: Heading into the building now.

Okay, will someone just tell
me what's going on?

We sent Lucy undercover.
We think she's blown.

Wait. What can I do?

Just give us room, Whistler.

Wait, hey.

So-so what, you're wired, right?

Your backup can hear you.

Comms were in my clutch.
We're on our own.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- What now?

- I protect you.
- What?

Come on, get over here.

Anyone have eyes on Lucy?

(SIGHS) She's in the wind.
But HPD's arriving

- at the building now.
- Okay, she can't just disappear.

Santos's data is ready.

No time for that now.

Uh, you're gonna want to make time.

It's another problem.

Santos isn't the one

who lured Roy Burr to his death.

But he was messaging someone else

directly after the sh**ting.

Says "Package delivered"
and "See you tonight".

Someone else at the game
could be in on this.

- One of Santos's men?
- Maybe.

Need to take a closer
look at the players.

I'll do it.

Start with Ike Diamond,
guy who organized the game.

Any kind of connection to Trey Santos.

I know how to dig up dirt, Ernie.

Get this piece of crap to the car.

Need to get you to the car, too.

Not until I find them.

DALIA: Police!

Get down on the ground now!

(BODYGUARD YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

IKE: Look what that crazy SOB

- did to me!
- Where's Lucy?

- No clue.
- And Santos's men?

Uh, there's two more.

Get back inside and wait.

Kai, Santos just ran into the stairwell.

He's coming your way.

(YELLS)

Kai.

I kind of need you, dude.

KAI: I'm almost to you.

(BODYGUARD YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

Ah, you're welcome.

- I softened him up a bit.
- Whatever makes you sleep well.

But Santos escaped upstairs, we think.

Find him. Get Lucy out of there.

Ike Diamond is shady as hell,
but no real ties to Santos.

I did find another connection, though.

Prosecutor who oversaw Santos

when he was a confidential informant.

Five years working closely with Santos

and your dead cop Roy Burr.

But there's no prosecutor at the game.

He's not a prosecutor anymore.

(GRUNTS)

- Stay behind me.
- Really?

You are an extreme pain in the a*s.

You got no move. My backup's arrived.

Do you hear the sirens?

I'll take my chances.

(g*nshots)

Where'd you get that?

You can put that down now.

You need to tell me everything you know

about Santos's operation.

I guess I know you're in on it, too.

Took Roy Burr out.

Shot Santos so he
couldn't implicate you.

And what do your people know?

All of it. Every detail.

No, no, no. You said you weren't wired.

You came for Santos, not me.

My team's gonna come
through that door any moment.

They find me dead,
they'll know what happened.

Yeah.

Santos k*lled you. I k*lled him.

Think this through, Judge.

You're gonna m*rder a federal agent.

That story won't hold.

So I just surrender?

Go to prison?

- (POUNDING ON DOOR)
- Cooperate.

KEEN: We're way beyond that.

- JESSE: Lucy!
- And you know it.

I'm sorry about this.

- (POUNDING ON DOOR)
- Me, too. Little tip, though.

- JESSE: Lucy!
- Never let your target get this close.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(KEEN YELLING)

(BODY THUDS)

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS) Are you all right?

Oh, fine.

Jesse, I'm really okay.

Well, I'm not.

All right.

KAI: Lucy's safe.

Santos and Keen are dead.

Well, that was exciting.

Lucy's a tough one.

(EXHALES) Yeah.

He said he needed to talk to you.

Well, I wanted to give you
an opportunity

to thank me for my help.

We already sent you flowers,
Ike. You didn't get them?

Yeah, also, I wanted to go over

this itemized list of reimbursements.

Reimbursements? Wha... ?

Condo's a rental.

No way I'm getting
my security deposit back.

And the nose.

I'm seeing a plastic surgeon
in the morning.

Reimbursement is you
not going to prison.

Could I get that in a notarized letter?

- What'd you say?
- Just stating

that I'm integral to the work you do.

Perhaps an honorary member of NCIS.

You know, just to help
with traffic violations,

landlord disputes,

- misdemeanor racketeering...
- I'm gonna count to three.

So you'll think about it.
We'll stay in touch.

Are you on Facebook?

Okay.

(SOUTHERN ACCENT): Howdy, partners.

Came to check in.

Oh...

You were worried about us.

I was worried about the equipment.

I-It's very fragile.

Ernie, you know I was thrown
down a flight of stairs.

You should get that checked out.

(EXHALES)

Hey, I'm gonna take this
down to the van.

Jesse, you want to join me?

Oh, yeah.

Did you really just come
to check on the equipment?

I really did.

And you.

Got intense there, huh?

It did.

But with your voice in my ear...

gave me all the strength I needed.

Dalia, it's a Thursday night.

I know, but maybe we could make
an exception just this once?

After all, I had...

the time of my life.

♪ And I've never felt this way before. ♪

Nobody puts Baby in the corner.

♪ ♪

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

♪ ♪

Heard you helped Tennant and Ernie.

I got... I got worried

when you didn't answer your phone.

Came looking.

Didn't exactly get that vibe

when I came to your place earlier.

- About that...
- At least I know now

why you work so hard to keep secrets.

I've been your sidepiece.

That... that is not it.

Yeah?

How'd I get it wrong?

Um, Cara and I were...

we were together before I moved here.

But it wasn't working, and I
thought the feeling was mutual.

And you didn't break up with her?

I thought it would just... fizzle out.

I didn't... I didn't expect that
text from her this morning,

or that she would just
show up... in town.

And I really didn't expect...

Expect what?

You!

I...

I didn't...

I didn't know you'd be
so important to me.

I thought if I told you about Cara,

you'd end it.

So not telling me was better?

I broke it off with Cara.

Officially, I am...

I am free and clear now.

I had my first undercover
assignment today.

Almost died.

- I know.
- But...

I learned something about
myself the last few hours.

And...

about who I can trust.

There are a lot of chances...
bets, really...

that, um...

that I'm willing to take.

You're no longer one of them.

(STAMMERS SOFTLY)

Lucy...

Please don't say anymore.

(SNIFFLES)

You see any of that?

All I see...

is an agent whose
first undercover mission

was a success.

I don't think I want to talk.

Who said anything about talking?

(SNIFFLES)