12x18 - A Tale of Two Igors

[bunniefuu]

How is it out there?

I mean, it's no Haleiwa, but it's better than sitting in traffic on the .

What up?

They with you?

What is this?

It's a gift from Mr. Kirkin.

From Kirkin?

Who are you?

I'm Igor.

I worked for Anatoli.

Of course Kirkin had an Igor.

So, what-what is this?

Is this a...?

Is this a shoe bag?

This is a man purse?

Is this a "murse"?

What is this?

It's a hood?

Why are you giving me a hood?

Wait.

Are you kidnapping me?

Seriously?

You're kidnapping me on a public beach?

Does anybody care if we kidnap him?!

Well, that was... that was disappointing at best.

Okay, well, what stops me from just paddling out, or...?

You brought TEC- s to the beach?

Oh, son of a bitch.

What is that?

No idea.

Well, what would you call it?

A miscellaneous paperweight.

You can't call everything a miscellaneous paperweight.

Okay, we're trying to catalogue each and every item, not just dump it into a box of assorted crap.

Okay, well, first of all, I didn't call it "crap." Second, I...

Call it whatever you want.

What did I do?

Agent Rountree?

Oh, hey, Nell.

Do you know what this is, by chance?

Yeah, it's a holdback fitting.

It's machined to break at a specific force to release planes from a catapult launch on an aircraft carrier.

But I think Hetty just used it as a paperweight.

- Ah.

Huh.

- Now what, may I ask, are you doing with it and everything else back there?

Admiral Kilbride told us to catalogue all of Hetty's stuff and pack it up.

What?

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

You can just stop right now.

Well, can't we just glue a bunch of acoustical tile to it and then cover that with wood paneling?

All right, just stop telling me why it can't be done and do it.

Agent Jones, just the person I wanted to see.

Care to tell me what's going on downstairs in Hetty's office?

Yeah, I decided to close the antique store on the first floor.

Otherwise, people would still regard that as a shrine, and you wouldn't have an office.

I don't want an office, and I don't need an office.

Congratulations.

Your promotion to operations manager is official.

All I need you to do is sign that paperwork and pass another polygraph.

Have you spoken to Hetty about this?

I'm sure if she wanted me to take this, she would have called to tell me.

Would she?

Or would she just continue to let you believe that until you had been doing the job long enough to believe in yourself?

Okay, I'm not comfortable with this.

Comfortable?

We are not running a spa here, Ms. Jones.

This is the Office of Special Projects, and special projects need someone who is % committed.

I am committed to the team and the cases, sir, but I'm sorry.

I can't take Hetty's position.

No, I'm sorry, because if you won't take on this job, I'm gonna have to find somebody who will.

I'm afraid it's either sign or resign, Ms. Jones.

We got anything interesting?

No, not really.

Nothing new from any of our open cases?

Well, if anything came in, I would have alerted you.

It's usually how it works.

Oh, that's how it works?

Sorry.

Um, there isn't anything of any urgency, unless you want to count a dead dolphin

- with a Russian microchip.

- How's that?

A dead dolphin washed up on the beach, and they found it had some sort of implanted microchip.

You know, kind of like what people do with their pets.

Only this one identified it as being some sort of Russian marine mammal.

That didn't seem worthy of an investigation?

No one asked us to, so I guess they figured it just escaped and swam here.

That's a long swim.

Who has the dolphin now?

Uh, the Ocean Research Institute is doing a necropsy.

Good.

Me and G will go check it out.

Let me know if anything else comes in, even if it doesn't seem that interesting.

Hi.

I need to vent.

Vent away.

Um, it's Kilbride.

What, is he complaining about the coffee again?

He's packing up Hetty's office, and told me I either have to take over her job, or get lost.

He didn't actually use the words "get lost," did he?

Well, no, but he might as well have.

I don't want Hetty's office.

Why not?

Because it's Hetty's.

And I'm still not even sure if I want her job.

I hate to break it to you, but you already have it.

You've been the acting operations manager for six months now.

Once you pass the half-year mark, it's kind of your job.

None of this would be happening if Hetty were here.

But she's not.

And even if she was, the admiral outranks her, so...

I know, I know.

I just wish he would slow down.

Everything's been working so well.

I'm happy to try and speak with him.

No.

No, no.

I-I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for this to seem like I was running to you like a big brother to save me from some bully.

- I can do that, too.

- I know.

It's fine.

This is my fight, and I can handle Kilbride.

I just need you to promise me an alibi, should the admiral take an unexplained fall down the stairs.

Okay, now you're scaring me.

Good.

You should be scared.

You all should, because I am the Nelverine.

Old Nelverine.

Two Bongo Breakfast Burritos, but make one with pinto instead of black beans and no onions.

One CBD Chai and...

Anything else?

Yeah, uh, will you call and let them know that Investigator Martin Atticus Deeks is being abducted?

- He's kidding.

- I'm not kidding.

So I have two Bongo Burritos...

Come on, man.

Be cool.

We had a deal.

No.

No, we didn't have a deal, all right?

I'm hooded, and I'm handcuffed against my will.

That's not a deal.

You'll feel better once you eat.

Oh, my God, you got to be kidding me.

Kirkin!

How is it?

Surprisingly mediocre.

I told you not to get it with pinto beans.

And again, dude, I'm sorry about the hood, but after what happened to Anatoli, we can't be too careful.

Yeah.

Wh-Why am I here?

We would have done it sooner, but Igor refused to go with Anatoli's wishes.

What are you talking about?

I thought your name was "Igor." The other Igor.

Kirkin has two Igors?

That's just plain greedy.

Yes, but he chose you to take over his operation.

His op...?

You mean, like, his-his fashion thing?

Yes, and the gambling operation, smuggling, cars, money laundering, everything.

But Igor thought he should be the one, and he convinced some of the guys to go with him.

I'm a federal law enforcement officer.

That's why he trusted you.

You do realize that makes no sense whatsoever.

- It did to Kirkin.

- Uh-huh, okay.

Listen, here's what I need.

As much as I would love to help you out and-and fulfill Kirkin's wishes, I-I can't...

I can't help you.

So why don't you take me back to my truck, right, and then we can act like this conversation never happened.

Igor h*jacked a shipment of weapons that Kirkin was sneaking into the country from Russia.

Weapons to...?

What kind of weapons?

He didn't say, but I know he paid a lot of money for them and considered them highly valuable, and now we have to get them back.

Damn it.

You sure you want to be doing that?

No one informed me that Henrietta had opened a damn museum.

Do you know something about Hetty we don't?

I know a lot of things about Hetty that you don't.

Most days I wish I didn't.

Is that why you gave Nell an ultimatum...

Because you know for a fact that Hetty's not coming back?

If I were you, Agent Callen, I would be worried less about Hetty and more concerned about my own future.

That DOJ agent's investigation brought your vast Russian social network to everyone's attention, and no matter how it plays out, the optics aren't good.

Yeah, well, that's the thing about Hetty.

She never worries about optics.

Or discipline, or accountability, or following orders.

And yet she gets the job done.

She brainwashed you good.

Do you disagree?

Well, let's be honest, Agent Callen.

You are not the most unbiased in the bunch.

Everyone else here just works for her.

But you...

She created you.

What is that supposed to mean?

You know damn well what it means.

Hetty helped me when I was younger.

She didn't groom me for anything.

Am I interrupting something?

What's up?

Dead dolphin washed up on shore, and it was embedded with a Russian microchip.

The Ocean Research Institute is doing a necropsy.

I figured we could go check it out.

Take Rountree.

I'll let you know what they find.

Was there something you wanted to say, Agent Callen?

Maybe later.

Russian Navy.

This dolphin was part of the marine mammal program.

Trained dolphins to look for underwater mines and stuff?

Oh, yeah.

Dolphins, sea lions.

You know, the Russians even use beluga whales.

Did it have any kind of harness?

No.

Anything man-made besides the microchip?

Just the b*llet.

What caliber?

I can teach you about cetacean disease, but I know nothing about ballistics.

Well, how much did the slug weigh?

. grams.

Could be a nine-millimeter.

So, someone ex*cuted a Russian Navy dolphin.

Who are we looking for, James Bond or Dr. Evil?

Can I help you?

Where do we keep old files that haven't been digitized yet?

- Storage room.

- Is there something specific you might be looking for or...?

Not sure yet.

Thanks.

Okay.

Hey.

Am I wrong, or is it kind of passive-aggressive to pack Hetty's stuff up like this?

Um...

Just Deeks hasn't, uh, hasn't responded yet, so I'm just a little worried, but I heard you.

And, look, um, nobody likes to be pressured into making a decision, right?

And the admiral can be a little, uh...

Gruff?

Grumpy?

Crusty?

"D," all of the above?

Crusty?

Little harsh, don't you think, Ms. Jones?

- Um...

- I think that what Ms. Jones was trying to say is...

Pretty sure I understand what she was trying to say, Agent Blye, even with these crusty ears.

Oh!

It's Deeks.

I'll try to contain my excitement.

Clock's ticking, Jones.

Hey.

Where are you?

I was beach-jacked by my own g*ng.

I'm sorry, what?

Well, turns out that Kirkin was still in the crime business and left me in charge of his g*ng.

Just happy nobody stole my surfboard.

So, according to this guy named, uh, Igor, Kirkin left me in charge of his whole criminal operation.

Like, in his will?

Oh, hey, Nellosaurus.

Yeah, basically.

In his will.

I'm so confused.

What's up, Fatima?

Uh, hey.

It might be nothing, but a Coast Guard communiqué just got flagged.

Um, they picked up a man adrift off the coast, and they've identified him as a Russian sailor.

Was it a Navy or a commercial vessel?

I'm not sure, but I can find out.

If he's medically sound, request he be sent to the boatshed.

Will do.

There's no way that's a coincidence, right?

A dead Russian Navy dolphin washes up on shore followed by a Russian sailor found at sea?

That's not a coincidence.

That's the beginning of a spy novel.

Yeah.

And that's pretty cool.

If you...

If you like spy novels.

I'm not into spy novels.

Hey, Kens.

I'll be right there.

So, what?

Kirkin's number two h*jacked a weapons shipment?

Well, actually, it was Kirkin's weapons shipment, and this guy Igor isn't Kirkin's number two 'cause Kirkin left me in charge, so technically, he's my number two.

Uh, do we have any idea what these weapons are?

No, but I know the general vicinity

- of where Igor took me.

- Igor Two?

The guy that picked me up at the beach, his name was Igor, too.

Wait, so Igor Two snatched you from the bea...?

I'm sorry, I'm really confused.

No, I made that more difficult.

Igor, also.

Not Igor Two as in "two," as in the number two, T-W-O, but Igor, too, as in T-O-O.

Igor One snatched me at the beach.

Igor Two stole the weapons from Igor One, and now Igor One wants me to steal the weapons back from Igor Two and then k*ll Igor Two.

Nobody is over this Russian thing more than I am.

No offense to you, Grisha.

No offense, Martin.

We need to figure out what these weapons are that Kirkin was trying to smuggle into the country.

So I should...

I should probably put some pants on, then?

- Is that what you're saying?

- This guy swears

- he's a civilian sailor.

- Hmm.

Took a freelance gig on a fishing boat, got drunk, fell off.

Well, I ran the name of the fishing boat he gave you.

It's pretty common.

There's at least five registered just on the West Coast.

Well, you got him to repeat his story.

- You tried to trip him up.

- Yeah.

I mean, round and round, every detail the same.

Did you guys know that Beam makes apple flavor?

Apple-flavored bourbon.

I mean, really?

Wow.

He gets into Soho House once, and now he's a liquor snob.

Keep digging, Fatima.

What's up with her today?

No idea.

I caught the same attitude from her this morning.

Yeah, well, I've been catching it all day, man.

- I almost snapped.

- But you didn't.

You kept the case first.

Hmm?

Everything cool?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, Eric.

Yeah, I actually really need to talk to you.

No way, really?

Oh.

Wow.

Like, now, now?

What?

Hi.

What do you think?

Little over-the-top?

I mean, you have a Batmobile.

- Please tell me this is a rental.

- What?

No.

I flew down and picked her up at the port this morning.

I am driving this -horsepower marvel back up the coast.

Okay.

Did you, um...

Did you say you wanted to talk to me?

Do you think Hetty's ever coming back?

I want to say "of course," but...

- Yeah.

- I really don't think so.

Do you want her job?

I haven't decided yet.

Well, it's not like you have to decide right now, right?

In fact...

No, I kind of do.

- What?

- Kilbride.

He actually wants me to decide today.

Like an ultimatum?

Not like one.

Anyway, I know you don't like road trips, and Lambo definitely offers white-glove delivery, so why are you really here?

I got funding to open the International Headquarters in Tokyo.

Wow.

That explains the car.

- That's not the "wow."

- What's the "wow"?

I pitched you to the board.

- You pitched me?

- And they agreed.

Hold on.

Agreed to what?

They agreed with me that you and I should run the Tokyo office together.

Tokyo.

Nell, who knows cybersecurity and Kaleidoscope .

and can manage a team better than you?

I would assume a few people.

Eric, why would they want me for this job?

More like we.

They want us.

They know my history with NCIS, and they understand that you and I have...

that we're like...

We're the wonder twins.

Yeah.

I just have one more question.

I have answered so many questions today.

Most of them I have answered twice, three times.

Did you see or hear any g*nshots when you were at sea?

- No, why would...

- All right.

Yeah.

I'd like to have a few minutes alone with someone who sh**t dolphins, too.

This...

not just any dolphin.

It was a Russian m*llitary dolphin.

You are Russian m*llitary?

I was, but I resigned.

They were terminating my program.

His name was...

Leonid.

He was the most intelligent dolphin I have ever trained.

Can you help us find the people that did this?

Wh-What about the others?

Wh-What others?

When they terminated the program, they ordered the dolphins destroyed.

I couldn't let that happen, so I tried to find them a home.

I rescued as many as I could, and I brought them here.

- How many were there?

- Six.

Deeks identified this Igor as the one who grabbed him this morning.

And then this Igor's the one that broke away from the group and doesn't want Deeks to take over, right?

Mm, understandably so.

Ouch.

Is there something you want to talk about?

No.

No, I'm...

I'm good.

You sure?

I mean, this job can take a toll on all of us.

I know that for me, when

- I first started, it was so...

- I'm not like you.

My life is not defined by this job or this building.

Not everything that I think about is...

is this.

Copy that.

Look, Kens, I...

Just find the location of those two Igors and send it to my phone.

Thank you.

Damn it.

It's a Lamborghini Aventador.

What do you think?

What do I think?

What do I think?

You know what I think?

I think it's freaking awesome!

Are you kidding me right now?

This is like something Superman would drive.

Oh, actually, more Batman.

Stop talking.

Don't ruin this for me.

This is like Superman just, like...

- You know what I mean?

- Well...

- Mm-hmm.

And the rims.

- Uh...

Please tell me this is not your car, Eric.

Um, actually, it is, sir.

What do you think?

Unlike you, Beale, I choose to support hardworking Americans.

And the more cars like this that Americans drive, the more pain ripples through the hearts and the bank accounts of the working man.

But you go ahead and enjoy driving this... thing right past those out-of-work Americans.

Uh...

Go for Deeks.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yep.

Okay.

Dasvidaniya.

So, you are not gonna like this.

A truer statement you have never spoken.

So, that was my Igor.

And he has found my rival Igor, the location, and now my Igor is gonna k*ll said rival Igor and all of his... men.

This whole damn office is like a Moscow train station at rush hour.

Is there not one of you without ties to a Russian?

Put your hand down, Beale.

You don't even work here.

Listen, Beale, nobody wants to catch the Igors more than me, but how is me sitting here blindfolded in front of a giant screen gonna accomplish that?

One of the betas that I'm running for Kaleidoscope .

allows it to receive inputs from human senses.

Please don't tell me that's geek for "I just hooked your brain up

- to a giant computer in Ops."

- What?

No.

Senses... smell, taste, touch... are inputted, and that helps Kaleidoscope narrow down the search areas.

- Now...

- Okay.

Let's do it.

- You got the hood on.

- I got it.

- You're in the Jeep.

- Check.

- Igor's driving.

- Check.

- You pull into the drive-through.

- Check.

- What do you smell?

- Burritos.

Great.

Okay.

Burritos.

And what else?

Burritos, Beale.

That's what I smell.

- I smell burritos.

- Okay.

Deeks.

Do you want me to hook your brain up to the big screen?

- 'Cause I will.

- You have changed since you got rich.

Oh, you have no idea.

What do you smell?

Well, there's the aforementioned burritos.

But what is that?

- What?

- No, no, no, no.

- What?

What is it?

- Some sort of chicken, maybe of the fried variety.

Fried chicken.

That's right.

Chicken.

Yes.

It was fried chicken 'cause I wondered if it was a requirement

- that I order the burrito,

- That's great.

Okay.

- Cool.

Fried chicken, fried chicken.

- What else?

- Gas.

- Well, burritos.

Not gas like that, you cretin.

Actual gas.

Fossil fuels.

Petroleum.

Like a gas station.

Oh.

Right, okay.

Cool.

Got it.

All right.

Let's see.

What's happening?

All right.

From the drive time you gave me from the beach, I got seven possible locations.

Seven?

What in the hell is going on in here?

Kaleidoscope .

now takes in - human...

- I don't want to know.

Who hurt that man?

- Plumeria!

- What?

That's what I smell.

- Yeah?

- Plumeria.

From Hawaii.

Like the Hawaiian plant.

Plumeria.

Yes.

Okay.

No, wait.

This way.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

What do you got?

I got you, in the Jeep, on the traffic cam.

Whoa!

That's me!

You can track that?

Do hedge fund dudes wear Moncler?

- So...

- Anything we can use to find these guys?

Not yet.

How'd you come up with that plan?

What's up?

Leonid.

The other dolphin.

When they...

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Seriously, what's up with you?

What's up with you?

Okay, see, that is a classic "something's up with you," and you know it.

Get out of here.

Aiden takes his flight test today.

And there it is.

This flight determines if he continues on the path to fighter jet pilot or if he tracks for transport or refueling.

Well, I'm not an aviator, but that sounds like a pretty big test.

This is the test.

Where is it?

No idea.

Well, that's not the kind of kid that would take a test like that lightly or show up unprepared.

Washout rate is sky-high.

Oh, I see what you did there.

"Sky-high." This is freakin' crazy.

What's up?

Uh, weren't you watching?

You had me on mute?

Did he say something?

It was Kirkin.

Kirkin paid for the dolphins.

They were the weapons they h*jacked.

Hey, guys, so it looks like we located the Igor that abducted Deeks.

After they dropped him off back at the truck, Igor drove to the aquarium in Palos Verdes.

Any sign of the other Russian dolphins?

Uh, not that we can see.

But it looks like this Igor and his men are still there.

Probably looking for supplies.

Not like you can go to Petco for dolphins.

Any civilians on-site?

Uh, fortunately, the aquarium is closed for renovations.

So, Kensi and Deeks just left Ops.

Fatima will pick up Rountree in the roach coach to provide overwatch.

And I've sent Castor to babysit Taras.

Copy that.

On our way.

Russian m*llitary dolphins?

- It's crazy.

- Oh.

Crazy year.

We put a whole global pandemic behind us.

Hetty is just... gone.

Nell may take her job.

Eric's a billionaire.

Deeks got his NCIS shield.

Kensi's got a... psycho writing her love letters.

G, Eric's a billionaire.

Oh, my goodness.

Aiden?

No, it's a...

friend from the Teams.

He's a naval aviator now.

He just gave me some information he probably shouldn't have.

He tell you when the test is?

Gave me the flight plan.

They're coming south out of Naval Air Station Point Mugu.

They'll probably hit off the coast of San Pedro around : p.m.

That gives us about two hours to round up a couple Igors.

Let's round 'em up.

Let's do it.

You miss it?

- Every day.

- Mm.

The team, the cases, the good work we did.

But?

But...

...I am really happy now, doing what I'm doing.

I don't know if your timing is perfect or terrible.

I never want to abandon the team.

But...

being responsible for the lives of the people you care about, it is not fun.

Hey, I didn't mean to... pressure you by driving down here, barging in.

I know.

I just got really excited to work together again, you know?

I got the green light to bring on my ununoctium.

Thank you.

And I don't want you to think that I'm ungrateful for the offer.

Strictly from a business standpoint.

- Strictly business.

- Okay.

It's just...

I was so young when I took this job.

I didn't know anyone in L.A.

And then I met... the team.

And you.

I get it.

So, this place, these people, they've...

been part of my life now, my entire adult life.

We're in overwatch position.

Uh, copy that.

Kensi, Deeks, Callen, Sam, you are ready to move in.

I got eyes on the two Igors and four of his men.

We're in position.

Perimeter's clear.

All the bad guys are right in front of you.

Copy that.

Moving in in three, two...

Federal agents!

- Nope!

- Hands in the air!

Federal agents!

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

Easy.

Put it down!

Put it down.

Raise your hands like they said.

Put it down.

No!

It's all good!

We've come to an understanding.

We're going to work together.

Two Igors fighting for a common goal, instead of fighting against each other.

- Yeah, that's just what we need.

- Oh, sounds great.

Hands up.

We will all be united as one, Marty.

No, I'm good over here, un-united.

Thank you though.

You guys are all under arrest.

What is our crime?

We know about the dolphins.

It's all good.

They set them free.

We broke them from their m*llitary aquatic shackles.

It was beautiful.

Henry cried.

And the one you sh*t in the skull?

No.

No dolphin was sh*t.

That is not something that we would do.

We released all of them.

That's what Kirkin wanted all along.

Yeah, it is what Kirkin wanted.

So who m*rder*d the dolphin?

None of our men would do that.

Henry.

Henry?

I was sh**ting at trainer guy.

It was dark.

The dolphin?

You sh*t a dolphin?

And it was foggy.

The two boats were bopping and bopping.

It's "bobbing," you stupid son of a bitch.

Who kills a dolphin?

Oh, hell yes.

You k*ll a dolphin, you die with the sharks.

No.

No!

That's the thing about sharks, Henry.

You won't feel a thing.

Get me out of here!

I need help!

Please!

Well, that could have gone a lot worse.

Is that your version of "a job well done," sir?

Let's not get too self-congratulatory.

There is still the matter of several missing Russian Navy dolphins.

Not to mention Deeks was bequeathed an organized crime syndicate.

Two things Mm.

That could only happen in this office.

Well, it is a special place, sir.

If you say so.

Time's up, Jones.

Where's my paperwork?

If this is your idea of a negotiating ploy, you have misplayed your hand.

I don't negotiate with t*rrorists or operations managers.

I don't want Hetty's job, sir.

What do you want?

Today was rough for me.

Look, you don't owe me any explanations, okay?

I want you to understand why every year on this day, I am not going to be fun to be around.

Okay.

So... you watched my CW show, right?

Every episode.

So, you remember the, um, the star of the show, Leilani?

Yeah, the girl that d*ed.

She was my best friend.

And not in the...

IG blowing-kisses kind of way.

She was...

my girl, you know?

She had my back no matter what.

That's awesome.

And, one night, we're, um...

we're at this party in Benedict Canyon, way up in the hills.

And I told her that she shouldn't drive.

But she just gave me that smile, and she said, "You don't buy Mercs not to drive them, girl." I could have taken her keys, locked her in a room.

Listen, you can't b*at yourself up for that.

I could have done a million things besides get in that car with her.

It was foggy, and the road was slick.

We didn't even hit anything.

It was so quiet.

We just...

flew off the road, into the canyon.

After that, I never acted again.

I changed everything about my life.

You know, I...

I learned about my heritage, my religion.

I got rid of everything that didn't matter, that wasn't important.

I just wanted you to know.

Hey, thank you.

Your carriage awaits, my lady.

Oh, what are the chances of me driving that old carriage?

Have you ever driven a high-end sports car before?

Have you... before today?

I'll have you know I have a lot of simulated gaming experience.

Fair enough.

I have one condition for this trip.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

- The moustache.

- The mous... the moustache?

It's got to go.

Go?

Well, what are you...?

That car's not big enough for the three of us.

You have...?

You brought it with you.

- You ready?

- Lay it on me.

Ooh.

Uh...

I-I just...

Please don't.

You'll only make it more disturbing.

Whoops.

Here.

You can finish it.

Don't look at me.

Whoops.

Tokyo.

Yeah.

You think you and Deeks might come visit?

Are you kidding?

Of course.

Good.

We don't leave for a couple weeks, so hopefully, we can all get together before then anyway.

Wouldn't let you leave otherwise.

Hey, you be careful when I'm gone.

- Always.

- Okay.

Oh, God, please don't let him drive that thing too fast.

- Don't worry.

I won't.

- Okay.

Okay.

Are you sure about this?

Nope, but it kind of feels like

- one of those now-or-never things.

- Yeah.

And...

I'll be all alone...

in Tokyo... with Eric, so...

I give it six weeks max.

I'll have them save your parking spot.

Thanks.

I think I'm gonna go take one last look at this place.

You should have seen that dude's face when I knocked him into the t*nk.

Imaginary sharks biting at his toes.

Sheer terror.

He's just lucky I didn't sh**t him while he was in there bopping around.

He's like, "Bopping and bopping."

- Wow.

- What?

Just been a long time since I've heard you laugh.

- Well...

- And it's a beautiful sound.

It's been a tough year.

You know, if we go home now, we're just gonna hit traffic.

- Mm-hmm.

- I still got my board in my truck.

- Mm-hmm.

- A little beach, a little surf.

Some tacos, some cold beer.

Oh, boom.

Like that.

Sunset, beach, picnic.

Oh, my gosh, I love that you're a little mermaid.

Bugger.

Hetty?

- Is that really you?

- Ah.

Where have you been?

Oh, a story for another day, my dear.

I'm afraid I can't stay long.

I'm up to my ass in alligators on this one.

Mm.

But I had to come so that I could wish you luck.

Hetty, I'm sorry.

I know you really wanted me to step into your position, and...

Oh, no.

No, no.

I only wanted you to realize that you have what it takes to do the job.

Whether you chose to or not is irrelevant.

You Yoda'd me.

- Maybe.

- Mm.

- Just a skosh.

- Mm.

Mm.

Oh, no.

Hetty.

I couldn't.

Yes, you could.

You could, and you will, and you did.

Just don't aim it at anyone you actually like.

I can't tell if you're joking or not.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Eric's waiting for me.

Oh, yes.

Go, go.

Let the adventure begin.

Thank you.

I have heard stories of lost pets traveling thousands of miles to find their way home.

Save it, Hollis.

You and I need to have a chat.

Lucky, lucky me.

Aiden should be here in a minute.

What's so funny?

Don't make me ask you again, G.

All right, but just don't let this go to your head.

You're a great dad.

You live a crazy life, but whenever Aiden or Kam need something, you're just...

there, like magic.

Thank you.

That wasn't easy for me to say, so let's not make a thing out of it, okay?

- It was just an observation.

- I'm not gonna say anything.

It's k*lling you not to say something, isn't it?

Little bit, little bit.

All right, let her rip.

You'd be a great dad, too.