09x10 - Forasteira

[Phnxgirl]

Get home safe and go to bed.

How about you join me?

Nice try, kid.

Ellie, come on, when are you gonna make a man out of me?

Get home safe and make yourself a man.

What?

You're gonna miss your Uber.

Ellie, I love you.

Night! I love you.

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

We're just about to close up here.

You got a ride home?

I'm not feeling too good.

Can you show me the restroom?

Hold that thought.

Last call, guys!

Gentlemen!

Don't mind me. I've only been getting

your damn rum and Cokes all night.

All right, sweetie, let's roll.

Come on.

Goodness. Keep it classy.

Come on. I got you.

I'm so sorry.

It's fine.

Have we met before?

No.

Your loss.

- Damn it. - Let's go.

Go ahead. I'll get this.

♪ Tequila ♪

♪ Tequila! ♪

♪ NCIS: LA 9x10 ♪ Forasteira
Original Air Date on December 10, 2017

No, no. That-That's a terrible idea.

Just don-don't go to the precinct.

Okay. Yeah, I'll come... I'll come meet you.

Okay. What's going on?

That is a full, hands-on-deck crisis.

Whose crisis?

If I tell you, will you promise to cover for me today?

Not until you tell me what it is.

It's Guy. Actually,

it's Guy. It's my mom's guy Guy.

Her special friend. Do you remember him?

Mm-hmm.

It turns out he got himself mugged this morning.

Lost his bag

and his laptop.

Shouldn't we call your mom?

Uh, he doesn't want us to.

'Cause he doesn't want her to worry.

Huh. Huh.

Why would she be worried about his bag being stolen?

Oh, no.

What?

What if there's, like,

pictures of my mom on his computer?

Deeks, really? Your mom?

Yeah, my mom. We're not talking about your sweet mom.

We're talking about Crazy Bertie.

Oh, you better find that laptop.

Yeah. That's exactly why you got to cover for me.

No. 'Cause what if Mosley finds out?

She can't.

Right. Because we would lose our jobs.

Which is why you're covering for me.

I am not covering for you, Deeks. My God, look at you,

so adorable when you're angry. No.

What? No. No puppy eyes. Don't do this.

No. Don't do this, Deeks. S-Seriously. Li...

Hey, I hate you! Whoa.

Bad timing on my part.

Don't worry. Everything's fine in Keeksland.

Just, uh... I got to go.

Got a top secret mission.

Kensi will brief you.

Hey, I heart you both.

Aw.

It's an LAPD thing.

Mm-hmm. Well,

Nell's got a case thing.

So, chop, chop.

Yeah. Chop, chop.

Okay. Thanks. Hey, Kensi.

Hey, Hidoko. Uh, where are the boys?

Uh, Callen and Sam are already at the crime scene.

Where's your boy?

Oh, LAPD sensitivity training.

Supposed to take all day.

All righty then.

So, last night, there was a fatal expl*si*n at the Riven,

a popular Hollywood dive bar.

Uh, three people have d*ed.

LAFD have determined it was an incendiary device,

though no video was recovered from the bar.

A firebombing in the middle of Hollywood?

That's not good.

What about the victims?

Well, we've identified Ernesto Herrera and Pei Liu.

We're still tracking their addresses.

What does this have to do with NCIS?

Well, Herrera and Liu both left the Marines two years ago.

Different units.

Looks like they both have g*ng-related charges

on their records-- MS-13 and Wah Ching.

Serious stuff.

Different m*llitary units, different gangs.

What about the third victim?

Uh, unfortunately, he was the most badly b*rned,

so no I.D. yet.

Any connection between the victims?

Uh, no, but gangs often recruit former m*llitary members

for their weapons and combat skills.

So last night's att*ck could be the beginning

of a larger m*llitary-related g*ng conflict.

Well, if other gangs are recruiting ex-Marines

for their ranks, we have to know about it and we have to stop it.

Well, I love your enthusiasm.

Except the fire department called

and said that someone survived the blast.

And since Deeks is away on important business,

I'm suggesting that you and Hidoko

could go to the hospital and see what she has to say.

Sure thing. Yeah.

Okay. I will send you the address

to the witness' hospital.

And I will check social media

for posts from the bar last night. #teamwork.

Oh. One for Kensi.

And... Okay.

Ouch.

Double ouch.

Nell said the 911 call came in around 2:00 a.m.

That's closing time.

Someone was waiting around for these guys.

Yeah, then went to a lot of trouble to torch the place.

Looks like the fuse from a thermite grenade.

Burns at 4,000 degrees almost through anything.

I'm guessing that includes a hard drive

with security footage.

Whoever did this,

they knew the place.

They wanted to destroy the evidence.

Well, he was an overachiever.

Eleanor?

Oh, Lord. You are not my mama, and I am not dead.

Call me Ellie. All right.

I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye from NCIS.

This is my colleague, Harley Hidoko.

I hope we aren't interrupting.

You're kidding me, right?

I just watched six straight episodes of Tiny House.

How can anybody live all cramped up like that?

That's just insane.

Listen, can you ladies get me out of here?

We can surely talk to your doctors.

Good. 'Cause I already been here a few hours,

and I am done with all this.

Can you tell us what happened last night?

Sure.

I let Teddie go early.

That's my bouncer. Place was dead.

I called last call.

Two guys were still there, another one smoking outside.

Then this drunk lady asked me to show her the restroom.

I walked her back, and then boom.

Boom?

Bada-boom!

Lights out, good night.

I wake up in the refrigerator

with two Mr. August firemen standing over me,

all sweaty and sooty.

Place is all b*rned up.

Three dead guys on the ground.

Had you ever seen that woman before?

Nope. But you want to know the craziest part?

She throws me in the refrigerator, right?

But also turns it off, calls 911 from my phone.

Why would anybody do that?

Why would anybody do that?

Give us a second, please.

Go get 'em, girls.

All right.

Okay, let's just recap for a second.

So, our mystery woman locks Ellie in a refrigerator,

the only safe place to be while the building around her's on fire.

She didn't want to hurt any civilians.

She was calculated.

But we have three dead bodies, no known connection,

m*rder*d by a woman that no one else saw.

Okay.

Slashes here and here. Drops him instantly.

Fatal blow between the eyes kills him.

Falls forward.

This guy comes up, w*apon drawn.

Yeah, but before he can get a sh*t off,

the k*ller disarms him, drops him.

Not before he snaps his arm,

twists the neck.

Then he takes his g*n,

unloads it in this guy as he comes through the door.

This guy dropped combat-trained g*ng members

like it was nothing.

Three kills,

three different methods.

Clean exit.

No witnesses.

Only a handful of guys in the world

could pull something like this off.

Handful of guys and at least one woman.

Eric! Oh, my...

What are you doing?

I'm...

I'm stress-eating sugar.

This woman's a ghost. I-I ran Kaleidoscope

on some traffic cam images around the bar in Hollywood.

Absolutely no women were found in the area

at the time of the expl*si*n. I don't know what to do.

Eric, don't be so hard on yourself, okay?

Yeah.

This woman k*lled three men, two of which

were former m*llitary, so it seems pretty normal to me

that she could evade some cameras.

You think? Yeah.

That makes me feel better.

Hey. Oh, check this out.

- No. - Come with me.

Ew. That... Come here.

Um, you know the fuse that Sam found?

Yes.

It's an AN-M14.

A thermite grenade.

Those are hard to come by.

Only way a civilian could get their hands on one

would be through the black market. Hmm.

Okay, so our suspect has ties to the m*llitary

or a black market contact. And, interestingly enough,

a case of these went missing,

along with a slew of other weapons,

about a year ago at the Marine base

at Twentynine Palms.

Okay, a job like that's almost impossible to pull off.

Yeah, well, someone achieved the almost impossible

and got away with it, too.

A*F always suspected this guy...

Actually, can you just...

Yeah.

This guy.

Jackson Horton.

But, uh, no one could pin it on him.

Well, tell Callen we're gonna go talk to Jackson.

Thank you, Eric. Yeah.

This woman got her hands on a thermite grenade,

drops two m*llitary men, and knifes a third.

She could be a g*ng member.

Or former m*llitary.

Dangerous either way.

I met a girl in a bar like this in Georgia.

You met a lot of girls in bars like this.

Yeah, but this one was special.

The girl or the bar?

Ah.

What's up, Nell?

Great, so, I've got an address for Pei Liu,

the second victim. I'm sending it to you now.

All right, thanks.

Can you and Eric cross-reference former female m*llitary

with current known female g*ng members?

I'm already searching.

We're gonna go from zero suspects to a hundred.

Yeah, well, the more the merrier.

Marty, you okay?

Deeks.

There's a water fountain just over there.

No, I'm good. I'm fine. What are... what are you doing?

Are you... are you medi-meditating?

Yep. I do this every day around this time.

Figured I'd stick to my routine

after the kind of morning I had.

Explains why you're so calm.

Why don't you tell me what happened there.

Ooh, okay.

I just finished a 6:00 a.m. training session

with a client in Beverly Hills.

So, I'm walking to... Wait a minute. 6:00 a.m.?

That seems a little early. Was it a... was it a celebrity?

Ooh, was it a Real Housewife? You can tell me. I'm a cop.

That's confidential. Okay.

You understand secrets, don't you, Marty?

Deeks. Sure.

So, no, it wasn't a celebrity.

Well, that's far less interesting,

but you can continue with your story.

You were walking. So, I'm walking to the juice bar...

Got that. and this car screeches up.

And this squirrely guy, this dude jumps out,

shoves a g*n in my face

and demands my bag,

which has my wallet and my laptop in it.

So you gave the...

squirrely guy your bag?

I'm not gonna argue with a g*n.

Look who I'm telling. Am I right, Martin?

Deeks. It's Deeks. Sure.

All right, well, listen, this is easy.

I'll just, uh, cruise down to the precinct.

You know, fill out some paperwork,

see if I can help you get your bag back.

'Cause I get it. It's tough. You know, you lose your laptop,

you lose your music, documents... I won't.

I backed up everything.

Smart. You're a super smart guy. But I would hate

for someone to get their hands on those documents.

It has some, uh... workouts that I filmed.

Sorry, what? Y-You... you f-filmed

your workouts? Filmed my workouts.

You mean, like... like a training exercise

that would be, like, you giving... No.

By yourself? The client.

You and a client? Very special client.

My mom wasn't lying.

Yeah, no, uh...

What kind of, um...

what kind of... kind of workouts are we talking about?

You know, push-ups. Uh-huh.

Knee bends. Yeah.

Squats. Okay.

Okay. All right, you can stop talking. Burpees.

All right, so, we definitely...

We'll want to make sure those...

don't end up online.

Why, no, Martin.

We don't.

No.

So, what Georgia dive bars are we talking?

Been to a few in Fort Benning

when I was in Airborne School in the SEALs.

Mm, the wrong Georgia.

No parachuting. No peaches.

Lot of Chechens, though.

Yeah, and caves.

And wine.

Yeah, you've been there, huh?

Sam?

That's a lot of company for a dead man.

All set out here.

Sam, you in position?

In position.

Three, two, one, breach!

In. Come on. Breach.

Federal agents.

Get him, get him, get him.

Stay down. Federal agents.

Show me your hands now!

Federal agents. Stay down!

Right there, let me see your hands.

Got it. Move. Clear here.

West bedroom clear!

Not very discreet. No, it's not.

Lot of weight right here.

All right, move out.

Careful.

You don't want to cut yourself.

Only two numbers in here.

One for Slim, one for Peewee.

Easy, man. Keep moving.

Easy!

It's a rough bunch.

Something had 'em spooked.

Well, after that att*ck on the bar,

word must have spread through the L.A. underground.

These guys are on the defense.

I don't like it, G.

I don't like it.

Eric says Horton lives on the property,

so keep your eyes peeled in case he tries to run.

You think of everything ahead of time.

And you make this look so easy.

You know, when I took this job assisting Mosley,

I had no idea what I was getting into.

Totally different from what I was doing

with the female engagement team. Oh, I'm sure.

One minute, you're talking to village women,

the next, you're taking out a thr*at on site.

Exactly. And here it's a lot more rules,

restraint, red tape.

Yeah, I know. It's hard.

Any advice? Yeah, I do have advice.

Learn to have your team's back.

Oh, and Epsom salts work wonders

when you're too sore to walk. Hmm.

Jackson Horton?

Camper.

Federal agent.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Jackson Horton?

Call me Jackhammer.

Yeah, we're not gonna do that.

Well, in that case,

what can I do you for, Miss Federal Agent Ladies?

Okay, Mr. Reseda Storage Specialist.

We want to know about the weapons

you allegedly stole at Twentynine Palms last year.

Well, I want to know about why

my cousin Jerry's buying new subwoofers

when he still owes me 300 bucks.

Jackson, seriously. What happened?

I got tied up at work.

Look, I work alone.

I got taken off guard. I got tied up.

Someone didn't pay their bill, you know.

Did you get a look at him?

"Him"?

Try "her."

Never seen anybody move that fast,

and I did two tours in Mosul.

Didn't get a look at her face,

but, uh, she had, like, a Spanish accent.

Okay.

Is that the storage unit

she emptied out?

No.

You know, now seems like a good time

for you guys to show me your warrant.

We don't need one if it's open, Jackhammer.

Ooh. Here's the good news.

We've rescued you.

Here's the bad news.

Oh, hey. We're tying you up again.

Hey, come on. Seriously?

Come...

Hey!

Whoa.

All right, I see a few things missing.

Berettas. Carbine r*fles.

Knives. Grenades. Yeah.

Not good. No, not good at all.

You want to know why?

Women only steal what they intend to use.

This is what we have from The Riven's social media feed.

She made sure her face is hidden

in every single sh*t, every angle.

That's solid tradecraft.

She has a pretty good drunk girl routine, too.

She loaded up on Ka-Bars, Berettas,

grenades, AT4s. AT4s?

She stole m*ssile launchers?

She's taking it to the next level.

You're right.

Hey, guys.

So, dental records just came in. We've identified

the third and final victim.

And who's the outlier?

That would be Luciano Carvalho.

Carvalho worked at the Brazilian Consulate

under Consul General Enzo Souza.

I've contacted his office for the past 30 minutes.

Unfortunately, no one is picking up.

Jackson said she had a Spanish accent.

Right. It could have also been Portuguese, though.

That's what they speak in Brazil,

and it does sound a lot like Spanish.

This assassin just took out a diplomat

from a major foreign ally.

We need to figure out our next move

before this goes international.

I think I can help with that.

I met Souza years ago in Brazil

while I was working with Congresswoman Geary

on her protection detail.

You think Souza would be involved with this mess?

All I know is Souza's no angel.

I say we pay him a visit

and assess the situation ourselves.

Time to put on your big boy suits.

Shay Mosley.

Good afternoon.

The consul general would like to see

Senhora Mosley alone.

He requests that her sidekicks not be present.

You don't mind, do you, boys?

No, ma'am.

"Sidekicks"?

Ah, the lovely Senhora Mosley.

Aw.

Please, be comfortable here.

Shay, you look as beautiful as ever.

Oh, and you've remained

as charming as ever.

A coffee? Tea?

Caipirinha? I can call for cachaça

and lime, so...

We already have

plenty of sugar.

Ah. Coffee, please.

I may overstay my welcome

if there are caipirinhas involved.

Oh, impossible, Senhora.

Impossible.

Please.

Check out these two guys.

Good to see you again.

Maybe they lost their passports.

Is there a washroom around here?

Thank you.

Looks like we found Slim and Peewee.

Well played.

Are you enjoying your post in the States?

Immensely.

Almost feels like home in Sao Paulo. Mmm.

Proximity to the beach, concrete, traffic.

I believe it was during the official tour of the Amazon

that you saw two Capuchin monkeys in an argument,

and you-- how do you say-- you...

you, um... chuckled.

Yeah.

Your-your laugh

delighted everyone in the delegation.

Yes, it's been, uh,

quite some time since I thought about that trip.

Hmm.

Listen, I, um, don't mean to jump so quickly

into business, but I'm here to... You're a...

Hey, you're an American.

You get to the point. I understand.

I'm here to discuss...

Luciano Carvalho.

He was a... close friend

and colleague for a very long time.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Hmm. Do you have any idea

who may have wanted him dead?

My associates found that Carvalho

had been spending time

with unsavory individuals.

And what was he was doing at the bar?

Miss Shay...

I always took you

to be more astute.

He was at the bar...

plotting my assassination.

Okay. Yeah.

Amazing.

Here you go-- mango.

Thanks.

No, I'm glad to see our tax dollars at work.

All right, you, too. Thanks.

Good news?

Yeah, great news. We got your bag and your laptop,

some sort of notebook. Oh, my sketchpad.

Studied drawing in college. Oh, nice.

Still dabble.

So, what do you do, like, still life,

cartoons? Nah.

I prefer to dabble in nudes.

Seriously? Yeah.

It just does not end with you.

Nah.

Um, all right, so I'll head down to the precinct.

My buddy says it usually takes two weeks to process.

I'm just gonna go and I'm gonna pick it up

and I'm gonna, I'm gonna get it.

Yup. Yup. I owe you one. I know

stolen property's not your usual territory.

Well, it's not

my usual territory, but it's far less dangerous.

That's what I heard.

Bert really worries about you guys.

Yeah, well, I worry about her, too.

Don't worry.

I really love that girl.

You know what it's like, Martin.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do, Guy.

Thanks. Yeah. Cheers.

Enjoy your mango juice.

It's $14.

Yeah. $14.

This way, there?

Hey. Where's Sam and Mosley?

Mosley's with Consul General Souza

trying to convince him that the consulate

is no longer safe. Sam's backing her up.

Do you feel like she's getting anywhere?

Souza claims that he knows nothing about Carvalho's death.

He believes that Carvalho was in the bar plotting to k*ll him.

Well, Mosley said herself that he's no angel.

Maybe the people that worked for him wanted to take him out.

In that case,

tell me what you make of this.

Carlos Rey.

A teacher-turned-activist

tired of dr*gs destroying the Sao Paulo favelas.

He was blamed in the newspapers

for bombing a drug den by then-Congressman Enzo Souza.

Any guesses on

who tipped off the reporters?

100 Brazilian reals for the, uh, winner.

I'll just tell you myself.

Souza's chief of staff, Luciano Carvalho.

Okay.

So Carvalho and Souza have known each other for a long time.

Could have had a falling out.

What if Carvalho hired our mystery woman to take out Souza?

He meets her at the bar...

She kills him and his buddies.

I don't see it.

Why would she do that?

Mosley

just convinced Souza

to take an 18-hour flight to Singapore.

Well, that's smart.

Buys us the time that we need.

She was probably watching him for weeks, maybe even months,

waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Well, this is gonna force her to adapt

to something she hadn't planned.

Great. So we are playing intercontinental hot potato

with a senior diplomat as bait.

Mmm. You think we're on D.C.'s blacklist now?

If Souza gets k*lled in our backyard,

a hundred Mosleys couldn't keep the lights on here.

Mmm.

Sam's taking point on Souza's security detail.

They'll be at the airport in an hour.

You need to be our eyes.

By all means.

The package is on board. Kensi, you two set?

Ready to roll.

Eric, how are your eyes?

20/20 thus far.

Kensi, keep your head on a swivel.

You got it.

Nell, you got our backs.

You are free and clear, Sam.

No one's following.

We're about five miles out from the airport.

Yeah, good, 'cause we're hungry back here.

Watch out!

Sam!

She's got a second m*ssile.

Sam?

Sam!

Sam!

- Wake up. You okay? - I'm good.

I'm good, too. In case you're wondering.

Frame's bent. Frame's bent.

Go after her. Go!

Let's go, let's go!

Come on, let's go.

There.

Yeah.

What's a Weedwacker?

I'll tell you on the way. Get in.

Our asset is safe.

Nice work, Nell.

Nice work.

Thanks.

Take upstairs, I'll take the front.

Got it.

No sign of her.

No security cams either.

This ends now.

Turn around.

Hands above your head.

Kensi? Kensi.

I got her.

Get on your knees.

Kensi!

He hides behind his titles as his dog Carvalho

kept poisoning my people

with his poeira.

There you go.

- All set. - Mmm.

You took some blows.

Mosley's on her way here with Souza.

I bet she wish she'd put him on a plane. I know I do.

Hey.

I've never seen anybody fight like her.

But you gave her hell right back.

I'm just sorry I didn't make it to you in time.

You run that fight nine times out of ten...

you come out on top.

And the tenth time I come out in a body bag.

She could have k*lled me,

but she didn't.

No, it was right after she pointed

a m*ssile launcher at us.

She's not exactly a humanitarian.

She said that Souza and Carvalho

were selling poeira.

That's Brazilian Portuguese for cocaine.

Oh!

She's got my phone.

Hey, so I'm enhancing the footage from Sam's dash cam

and running it through facial rec, but considering

this woman spoke Portuguese,

I'm cross-referencing it with, uh,

South American federal agencies.

Eric, bring up that photo behind you.

Uh, zoom in on Carlos.

That's her.

Holy cow. All right, um,

Interpol file says that she's Pietra Rey from Sao Paulo.

Uh, her father Carlos was gunned down in 2002.

Pietra was 13.

She thinks Carvalho and Souza

m*rder*d her father.

She's here to avenge his death.

She's also been linked with Revolucao Sociedade Livre,

which is a Brazilian militia group.

They train in the jungle at a young age.

They're deadly fighters.

We need to talk to Souza about Pietra's next move.

We're here.

Just in time.

Interrogation?

Am I your prisoner?

Perhaps your State Department

will have something to say about that.

We took a rocket for you.

We need some cooperation.

We got two questions.

Do you know a woman from Sao Paulo named Pietra Rey?

As I said earlier.

Americans...

right down to business.

There's no time

for anything else.

I do not know of Pietra Rey,

but I know the name Carlos Rey.

He was a t*rror1st with reprehensible tactics.

He brought about his own death

when he endangered Brazilian citizens.

Second question?

Are you involved in the Brazilian drug trade?

Most certainly not.

People in Brazil like to spread rumors

that fly around like caracara jungle birds.

The narcotics industry is not only a fool's endeavor,

it is a blemish on the face of both of our beautiful countries.

No one trusts a word he's saying.

Kensi, your phone just came back online.

Where is it?

What?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

She put a tracker on you?

Yeah.

Kensi, it's a video call coming from your phone number.

What?

Hello, Kensi Blye.

What do you want?

I want you and your friends

to vacate the building without Souza in the next minute.

Otherwise you'll all die with him.

Hey, don't hang up.

Go get the boys.

That package you ordered just arrived.

Pietra tracked Kensi here and is threatening to fire

a m*ssile into the boatshed if we leave with Souza.

Kensi's trying to talk her down.

Kensi, keep her on the phone.

We're gonna go out and double back around.

No. I will handle this.

Kensi. Kens, wait.

Callen, I got this.

Put the consul general and Mosley upstairs.

Upstairs? Won't that give her a better sh*t?

Hetty reinforced the walls after Duggan got sh*t.

It's the strongest part of the building.

Hidoko, you're with me. Okay.

We're going upstairs. It isn't safe in here.

Come on. Let's go.

She can't be that far ahead.

You cover that area. Got it.

Hurry.

Where are you taking me?

What's going on?

You had her father k*lled.

Now she's here to k*ll you.

Is that direct enough for you?

Sam and Mosley are secure.

We're gonna do this one by the books, Kens.

Kensi, answer me.

She's a couple hundred yards ahead of you, Callen.

You gonna sh**t me in the back to protect this man?

I know what you're thinking.

You have no idea how much I understand.

Are your friends clear of the building?

Souza's not worth it. Please don't throw your life away

because of him.

My life ended

when I tried holding my father's head together

as he d*ed in my arms.

We've got to get upstairs now.

k*lling me is not a good idea.

Oh, I disagree.

International law stands.

Immunity is not just an abstract term.

Sam, why aren't you upstairs?

Sam!

We got a problem, G.

Kens, Sam and Mosley aren't upstairs.

You need to take her out now.

Callen, I need more time. I got this.

You step out of here, and you're done.

You come closer, she's done.

Put the g*n down, Sam.

Put the g*n down.

Put the g*n down.

You take the sh*t or I will.

Callen, I need you to trust me.

Stay down.

No! Wait. Stop, please.

When I was a teenager, my dad was m*rder*d.

Okay?

I did, I did really horrible things.

And I shut away the people that loved me the most.

But then you know what I did?

I did something that I thought was impossible.

I asked for help and I got it.

And that anger no longer has any control over me.

You could have ended up a forasteira just like me.

An outsider in my own community.

All I wanted was to fight in the jungle

for a chance at revenge.

I know. I know. I know you believe that this is the moment

you've been waiting for your entire life, but you know what?

You make this decision...

it doesn't change anything.

Listen, making the right decision, right now,

that will change everything.

So please, please put-- please put it down.

Please put it down.

Please get down on your knees.

Sam?

We're good up here.

Us, too.

Speak for yourself. I broke a heel.

After all this, he can just leave.

Hopefully, he takes a magazine.

That flight to Rio is 16 hours.

What he doesn't know is, he's going back

at the request of his home country.

Really? What changed?

Well, somebody uploaded the contents

of Souza's personal cell phone

to the Brazilian Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Let's just say they were very interested in what it contained.

Okay.

Watch your head.

What's gonna happen to her?

The Brazilian government is extraditing her

back to Sao Paulo.

She's agreed to testify

against him, which will, obviously, help her case.

I talked to some guys at the DEA.

They'd like to give her a medal for taking down Carvalho.

Of course, that doesn't really excuse her

for tearing up the place.

No, it does not.

Well, kids.

It's been a long day. I'm gonna go home.

I, uh, hope Deeks did okay

with that sensitivity training.

He's very sensitive now.

Yeah. Sensitivity is important.

Be sad if he wasn't.

Later, Kensi.

Hidoko, thank you.

Kens, you, uh, you look like you could use a drink.

Yeah, I could use a drink, but you know what?

I got stuff to do, so I'll catch you guys tomorrow, all right?

I love you.

All right.

Well, partner, it looks like it's just you and me.

Uh...

whatever happened with that girl in the, uh, bar in Georgia?

Uh, she tried to k*ll me.

Most do sooner or later.

What can I say?

I bring out the passion in 'em.

And the crazy.

Yeah, that's true.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Oh. Whoa.

What happened to you?

Eh, nothing a little Epsom salts can't fix.

My God, look at your nose.

You look like Owen Wilson.

Thank you for that.

Like Rocky after Clubber Lang got hold of him.

Yeah. It was not fun getting my ass kicked today.

- But I did save a life today. - Nice work.

And I got to use my Portuguese.

Oh, wow. Can you give me a sexy little sample of that?

All I got was "pizza," but it was very sexy.

It's all you need to know, let's go.

All right. Just one quick request before we go.

This is, uh, Guy's stolen stuff.

Okay. What's this?

That is his sketchbook.

Go ahead and just take a quick gander into there.

What am I looking for?

You'll know if you see it.

Okay, some fruit. Right.

Zebra. I love a good zebra.

Uh... that's-- yep.

Oh, my God, is it my mom?

Oh, it's your mom. No!

Oh, Deeks, please. It's like Rose from Titanic.

No. It's going in the burn room.

No. Deeks, no. You cannot burn it.

It is art.

It's not art. It's my mom.