14x09 - Blood Bank

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

(RUSSIAN ACCENT): Thank you, Demitri.

(RUSSIAN ACCENT): Is it...

Real?

They believe only 42
of the tsar's 50 eggs

survive today.

This is 43.

As far as any authorities are concerned,

this no longer exists.

Yet there it is.

(CHUCKLES)

Its beauty and value
increasing every year.

Just like me.

(SHORT CHUCKLE)

And exactly how beautiful is it?

Seven million.

And since you are my 100th customer,

I'll give you
the history lesson for free.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Antonio, we need champagne.

Antonio.

Demitri, find Antonio.

It's so difficult
to find good help these days.

- Don't you think?
- (SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Ah. Well...

this bubbly isn't going
to pop itself, hmm?

- (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS)

Quickly.

Someone will have heard that.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(COUGHING)

(PANTING)

(LAUGHS)

Thank you, Romanovs.

♪ ♪

All I'm saying is that maybe a show

where a woman picks her husband

out of a lineup of men after...
what, like, five dates...

is not a great example for
an impressionable young woman.

Give me a break.
She knows it's scripted.

- Rosa knows that it's not real.
- Huh?

And I assumed you did, too.

- Not real?
- (CHUCKLING): What?

I mean, come on, one of the guy's jobs

is "meatball specialist."
That is not a job

in the real world.

Well, I wasn't certain
of the career logistics.

I just thought you were
making meatballs,

- like, all day...
- Hey.

- What? Hey. Hey.
- Hey, guys.

Going on? Hey, hey, hey.

- How's it going?
- Pound.

- Oh. Double pound.
- Hey, hey. Yeah.

- What is going on?
- You haven't happened to

go into the burn room today
at any point?

At 9:00 a.m. on a Monday morning?

Ha! Yeah, that... that'd be crazy.

No reason. Everything's fine.
Good to see you guys.

- No. You do realize
- (CLEARS THROAT)

I'm a detective, right?

Actually we're both detectives, babe.

- See? Nothing gets by us.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, fine. All right.

Me and Fatima, we keep this list

of absence excuses
in this little notebook

and we hide it in the burn room.

It's the only way we can keep
our stories straight!

Okay, calm down.

But also, have you never
heard of text messages?

A digital trail?!

With Kilbride looking
over our shoulders?

Ain't no way.

Look, Fatima hasn't shown up to work yet

and I can't find the list.

- If Kilbride asks, I'm...
- He is gonna

see straight through
your lies, Pinocchio.

- Agent Rountree.
- Oh.

I know that your generation is,

uh, anti-hustle culture.

But it is 0900

on Monday morning, and I can't

seem to find Agent Namazi anywhere.

- She had a car appointment.
- (CHUCKLES)

An appointment she specifically
made during business hours.

Have her come to my office
when she gets here.

It was a medical emergency.

Was she hurt?

No. Uh... her dog is.

Her dog?

I thought you said

her appointment was for her car.

Yes, I did.

Um, uh...

her dog was... was hit by a car.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Oh.

DEEKS: And our thoughts
and prayers are with...

...him.

Thoughts and prayers.

MAN: "Coholay."

"Coholay"?

"Coholay."

"Coholay"?

Vanilla oat milk latte for "Coholay"?

So, what do you think?

Sorry?

What do you think your cup is gonna say?

I've gotten Raft,

Rizzo, Raven.

Two days ago, I got Rafiki.

From The Lion King?

- From The Lion King.
- Huh.

Well, he did write Timon
on my cup yesterday, so...

Huh. Maybe he's going through
a Disney phase.

Hey, I like your necklace.

Oh, thanks.

A girl from the Muslim
Community Center sells them

to help raise funds
for our volunteer group.

We help displaced families
from Kabul settle in Los Angeles.

I can give you the Etsy link
if you're interested.

Yeah, for sure. That's really cool.

- Yeah, cool.
- (CHUCKLES)

"Coholay."

Chloe?

(EXHALES)

Hooked on Phonics couldn't save us all.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, that's mine.

- Moment of truth.
- Mm.

Susan?

Oh, look at that! Thank you, Danny.

Susan? Is that right? Absolutely not.

Do I look like a Susan to you?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- I'm Fatima.
- Riffat.

But my friends call me Susan.

- (CHUCKLING)
- DANNY: Simba.

Better have a good reason
for summoning me.

Are we briefing a ghost ship in here?

Where is everyone?

I thought you'd want to be first
to hear this, sir.

Two Russian nationals
were found dead this morning

on a yacht in Marina Del Rey.

Demitri Fedrov and Simeon Babanin.

Now, both of this guys
were in the m*llitary

before they eventually started working

for paramilitary Wagner Group.

And most recently,

Demitri's been wanted
for the smuggling and selling

of cultural artifacts out of Syria.

I'm not seeing the point,
Agent Rountree.

When I ran the USCG doc on the boat,

it was registered to none other than...

Arkady Kolcheck.

Why am I not surprised.

Did you contact Agent Callen?

- Arkady was att*cked.
- On his boat?

What? No, at his house.

What house?

Arkady's. What boat?

Arkady's.

What the hell is going on here?

You first.

Arkady was att*cked
at his house this morning.

He called and left a message for Callen

saying he'd made it to
some sort of safe house.

Do we know if this is related
to the sh**ting?

- What sh**ting?
- What sh**ting?

I'll take this one.

The sh**ting on a boat this morning

that was registered to Arkady.

No, we don't know anything about that.

But Callen did ask us
to ping this number

from Arkady's burner phone.
I'm sending it to you now.

- But isn't he at a deposition?
- KILBRIDE: All right,

let's get some semblance
of organization here.

Agent Rountree, you run
the search on the burner.

If he is involved in this,

we need to know about it immediately.

DEEKS: Wait a minute.
I thought Arkady was officially

out of the espionage business.

Even if he is, it doesn't mean
that one of his past mistakes

isn't gonna come back
and bite him in the butt.

I think we at least
need to entertain the thought

that perhaps someone
hasn't been as honest

about his retirement
as previously thought.

Should I call Callen?

No.

Want something done right,
you got to do it yourself.

That's what I always...
I never say that.

(ENGINE STOPS)

This is Arkady's last know location?

ROUNTREE: Yes, sir, it's the last place

the burner pinged before losing signal.

(LOUD SLURPING)

("MAKAHA" BY
THE TIKIYAKI ORCHESTRA PLAYING)

Grisha?

Guess again.

What sort of a moron

decides to make a safe house from...

whatever this place is?

Am I alive?

Judging by the looks
of this table, barely.

Listen, a Russian would not
look for another Russian

in a bar that serves rum-based drinks.

It is a brilliant and delicious plan.

(SLURPS)

Okay, let's just pretend that

you've caught me on a good day

and that I am willing to

ignore the gross negligence,
the nepotism,

and the utter ignorance

that has led us to this idiotic moment.

No, I... I was not done with that.

Okay, okay. Relax.

What happened this morning?

I was going to my car
like any other morning,

when suddenly,
two guys run up with g*ns.

I ran over one of their feet
and then I took off.

How does this relate
to the sh**ting on your boat?

What boat?

Oh, don't start that with me.

I haven't had a boat in 40 years.

Well there are two dead Russians
on a boat in the Marina

registered in your name.

Any idea why that might be?

Must be...

another Arkady Kolcheck?

KILBRIDE: Make that coffee.

ARKADY: Good idea. Irish coffee.

BARTENDER: You got it.

Hold the Irish.

All right. Is this any way

to treat a friend who was
nearly k*lled today?

"Friend" is a generous term.

Really, I have no idea about a boat.

I swear on the memory of my grandmother.

Forgive me, but I find it
hard to believe

that you have zero ideas
as to how this happened.

Hollace,

I am just your typical
retired ex-KGB agent

that defected to America.

(LAUGHING)

Who could possibly want me dead?

DEEKS: If this actually
turns out to be Arkady's boat

- I'm gonna be pretty pissed
- Photos.

- about the 20 bucks he owes me.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Notes.
- Thanks.

All right. Two victims.

One g*nsh*t wound in the head,

one in the chest.

It's a m*rder-su1c1de.

At least that's what
the initial report says.

I don't think it's that clear-cut.

- What do you got?
- Look at this pooling.

I mean, if this guy
sh*t himself right here...

why is that wall completely clean?

There should be spatter.

These bodies were moved.

Well, LAPD didn't find
any security cameras, so it's

possible somebody just moved
the bodies and then took off.

Okay, that's weird
that they wouldn't have

some kind of surveillance
system installed, right?

I mean, what are you thinking,
Nancy Drew?

I'm thinking that maybe there is one,

just not that someone could see.

- Like a hidden camera.
- Mm-hmm.

Ooh.

Like, for instance,

a fancy two-way mirror!

Nope. That's... that is just a...

That is a regular mirror.

What are you doing?

Well, IR cameras reflect light, right?

So if there is a hidden camera,

we should be able to catch
the refraction in the lens.

And by the way, we should
always remember to do this

when we stay at one of your mother's

"vetted" vacation rentals
'cause nowadays

there's hidden cameras everywhere.

Well, I mean, not everywhere, right?

I mean, let's not be paranoid, right?

- Huh. Vents.
- Vents?

- Hmm. Clocks.
- Clocks?

- Showers.
- Showers?!

- Yep. Oh.
- Oh.

- Smoke detectors.
- Smoke detectors.

Oh, Nancy Drew, you did it again.

I-I'm fine, I promise.

You want to speak with him?

No. He, uh, I-I...

Okay. I'll tell him.

I love you too.

What'd Anna say?

Hmm? Oh, nothing, just...

thank you for saving me,

which you did not do. I saved myself.

But you did drive me here.

But I must tell you, I hate this place.

It smells like crab shack.

At least in my safe house

- we had blended drinks.
- Well, I'll keep that in mind

next time someone decides to att*ck you.

- Hey, Callen.
- Rountree.

Fatima.

Kensi and Deeks able to find
anything at the crime scene?

They found surveillance footage

from a camera that was hidden
inside of a smoke detector.

And because of our, uh,

complicated relationship with this case,

LAPD has asked us
to analyze the footage.

Now, the angle is a little bit
limited, but uh, check it out.

We got g*nf*re coming from
multiple angles in the room.

Crime scene was staged postmortem.

Why would they do that?

Uh, I couldn't tell you,
but maybe she can.

Oh, a survivor.

Any chance we can ID her?

Facial rec got a match for
an INTERPOL red notice for...

Mira.

You know this woman?

(CHUCKLES): Oh. Biblically.

FATIMA: Uh, yeah.

That's correct, uh, Miraslava Borisova.

A museum curator from Moscow

turned black market antiquities dealer.

Back in the day,
she had a different alias

for every city she was in.

She had cheekbones that
could cut your throat. And legs...

Stop. Please.

How do you know her?

I gave her her start.

She had the access. I had contacts.

It was symbiotic. In more ways than one.

Great. Do you think you can
still get in touch with her?

It's been 40 years and...

But, uh...

Uh, yeah, I'll try.

Good. Do it.

- Set up a meeting for us.
- With you?

(LAUGHS)
She's not going to talk to cops.

Okay. Then you need to figure out

a way for her to talk with you.

- Well, I can do that.
- Mm.

Who hides out in Beverly Hills?

She's a woman of taste,
and then she blends in here.

I must admit, I'm a little nervous.

CALLEN: You're sure you're up for this?

ARKADY: Like I said,

Mira is a very reasonable person,

but you are you.

- I mean, she'll trust me.
- Okay, well,

if anything does go south...

I've been doing this since
before you were born.

Give me some credit.

♪ ♪

(MUTTERING IN RUSSIAN)

Miraslava Borisova.

Well, that is a... that is a mouthful.

CALLEN: He knows her from his KGB days.

Apparently they dated
before he met Anna's mom.

- Uh-oh.
- Do we know if it ended well?

Don't know. Something about a...

relationship that was hotter
than Bonnie and Clyde, and...

I pretty much stopped
listening at that point.

Yeah, that's fair.

That's actually when
I'd start listening.

(MUTTERING)

Mira?

Oh.

Mira?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mira?

- (YELLS)
- (GROANS)

Mira.

- Wow, you look great.
- Oh, you...

(GRUNTING)

Uh-oh, here we go.

It's Arkady.

Kolcheck.

I know who the hell you are.

CALLEN: Guys, what's going on in there?

Can't really tell

yet.

40 years.

And you call now,

on the day I nearly d*ed.

- Oh.
- ARKADY: Sorry, I had to do that,

but you really need to calm down.

MIRA: You set me up, didn't you?

- Just like you did in Malta.
- Listen.

They're fighting.
they're definitely fighting.

That is the understatement
of the century.

It's more like a geriatric WWE.

KENSI: Uh, Callen,
do you want us to go in?

I mean, we could

- wait a minute.
- Remember the time he made us

de-rig that car with expl*sives

because he forgot to mention
he boobytrapped it?

Mm, and do you remember the time

where he screwed over
your mission in Chechnya?

How about the time
he cursed my engagement?

(ARKADY AND MIRA GRUNTING)

So maybe we just give it a minute.

- Yeah, just a minute.
- MIRA: 40 years

- ago!
- Listen!

I just... want...

to... chat.

Then you should have
shown up at that dock

like you said you would 40 years ago!

I see you're still upset
and that is fair.

It was miscommunication.

Don't. Put down the rack.

All right, guys, now we got to help him.

Let's talk about this,
'cause I really would

like to know what happened in Malta.

- Don't. That is my retirement.
- These things

aren't even worth anything anymore.

Don't, don't, don't!

(ARKADY YELLING)

Ready?

- Oh, I'm excited.
- Uh-huh.

- (MIRA GRUNTING)
- (THUMPING)

- (GROANS)
- KENSI: Oh. Federal agents.

Amicably, huh?

I, uh...

I may have left out
a couple of minor details.

♪ ♪

Agent Namazi.

Admiral Kilbride.

I, um... I wanted to
apologize for my tardiness.

Oh, no need. No need at all.

Agent Rountree's already
told me everything.

Yes, my dog.

- Mm.
- Yeah. he's feeling

much better.

- Oh, that's so good to hear.
- Yeah.

You know, it might
surprise you to know that

- I too have a real soft spot for dogs.
- Oh.

Have had ever since I befriended

a whole pack of them at Cam Ranh Bay.

Mm.

And you might think this is, uh, kind of

out of character for me,
but I think you ought to

bring your dog into work with you.

You know, while he recovers.

Oh. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
That's not necessary, sir.

He's really doing much, much better.

- Well, good. I'm glad to hear that.
- Yeah.

Bring him in anyway.
I'd like to meet him.

Sure, sir.

Well, couldn't avoid him forever.

Sorry, I panicked.

A dog? I don't even own a dog.

What am I supposed to do?

(CHUCKLES) How's that
iced coffee tasting now?

Deeks, Kensi.

What do you got for us?

Got some good news and some bad news.

Bad news is we still haven't found

anything conclusive on the sh**t.

- And the good news?
- ROUNTREE: Good news is

we think we may have identified

the missing object
in question from the yacht.

It's hard to authenticate
without seeing it in person,

but we think it could be one
of eight currently missing

decorative eggs that was manufactured

for the Russian royal family.

Which puts the piece's
value in the millions.

If Mira's the middleman,
why try to k*ll her?

Ooh, I think the more
important question is

why come for Arkady after the fact?

Unless it was about
something more personal.

Uh, Fatima,

send that picture to Callen.
He's in interrogation

- with Mira right now.
- Will do.

We got to find out how
Arkady ties into all of this.

- Where... where is Arkady?
- (CHUCKLES)

Arkady is on a time-out on the deck

because him and Mira won't stop

throwing things at each other

and they need to learn
to use their words!

- ARKADY: She started it.
- I will finish it.

Miraslava.

You want to tell me what
you were doing with this

- on that boat yesterday?
- (CHUCKLES)

You must have me mistaken
for someone else.

I've never seen that before.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Because the, uh, surveillance
footage would say otherwise.

What do you want?

That boat you were conducting

unsanctioned sales on yesterday...

it's registered in Arkady's name.

Why-why is that?

No idea.

Perhaps you should ask
Mr. Smirnoff Ice himself.

I did. And he didn't know either.

So I guess I'll just contact the DOJ

and see if the Task Force
KleptoCapture has

any interest in this Russian yacht.

Okay, okay.

It's my boat.

I'm listening.

Arkady is my de jure business partner.

I've been putting his name on everything

from lock boxes to condos
from here to Cape Town.

(CHUCKLES)

As far as the world is concerned...

...he's been working with me
behind the curtain for, hmm...

40 years?

Hmm.

Why have an alias
when you can have revenge.

It's petty, but effective.

Mm-hmm.

Arkady was att*cked this morning.

Most likely because
you've convinced the world

that the two of you
are in business together.

That little stunt of yours
almost got him k*lled.

Admittedly, it's, uh,
a hazard of his career.

The fake career that
you created for him?

Those men are still out there.

As far as they're concerned, I'm dead.

So what do I care?

Because they're still after Arkady.

This may be over for you
but he is still in danger.

Well, I suppose he has helped me
make a lot of money.

Some money.

Completely legal money.

In Colombia.

These men... they're new clients.

I never met the buyer before.

But since they were vetted
by the auction house,

well, I-I didn't
pay much attention to it.

You're a fence. Why would
you need an auction house?

Antiquities require museum-level care.

You can't just expect
da Vinci's Codex Leicester

to survive in Big Bob's
public storage locker.

Were they the only ones
that knew about the sale?

Them. Well, and, of course, the seller.

Alexey Pasternik. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

He was very motivated.

Wanted to move the piece fast.

So Pasternik needed cash
and he needed it quickly.

And if you want my opinion...

..."moving fast" is equivalent

to a discount in the millions.

In this industry, that means

there's something wrong
with your seller.

- Yo, Fatima.
- Hey.

You got anything?

Yeah. Thanks to our girl Mira,

I was able to track down Pasternik,

- our OG egg owner.
- Yeah?

Get this: he just d*ed three days ago.

- What?
- Yeah.

He threw himself through
a closed glass window

on the 12th floor of a condo complex.

Please tell me how's that possible.

Okay, another suspicious death?

That's like what happened
on the boat this morning.

Yeah. I'm starting to think

this isn't just some dark coincidence.

Actually, I think it's
a pattern. Check this out.

Okay, this is a flight map
of all the private jets

that left Russia on February 22.

Now, this is all of the private
jets that left on the 24th,

the day of the Ukraine invasion.

So at the first sign of w*r,

we have all these billionaires
taking their money

- and running all over the world.
- Mm-hmm.

Including L.A.

This is where it gets real interesting.

Out of all the oligarchs
that ran on the 24th,

more than half
have faced untimely deaths.

Within a year.

- Half?
- Half.

Honestly, this reminds me of something.

Do you remember that rogue group

and what happened to all those
frontline workers in China

when they tried to
blow the whistle on COVID-19?

Who knew hospital windows
were so dangerous.

Yeah. They're doing
their own dirty work.

- I'm calling Callen.
- Yeah.

(CALLEN SIGHS)

Your, uh, client,
Alexey Pasternik, is dead.

"Fell" out of a 12th story window.

Well, that is why

I am a ground-floor kind of gal.

Too many flying Russians.

Well, actually, falling Russians.

You know, honestly,

I think our national bird
should be the dodo.

Look, you said he was trying
to sell his egg fast.

He needed cash.

Who's he trying to get away from?

Not who...

but what.

For years now,

it's been believed
that the Russian government

has siphoned the money
to its party members,

oligarchs whose loyalties
have been bought.

Or so they thought.

But now that sanctions are tightening

and they are in desperate need
of cash flow, well...

Those oligarchs finally see

what that money was really meant for.

Which is?

They're blood banks.

A living, breathing fund
for the government

to hide wealth in.

And...

for those whose loyalties
are in question,

it's time to make a withdrawal.

Why are they after Arkady?
He's not an oligarch.

Mm... No.

But he is the head of my operation.

And they didn't like the way
you... and by proxy Arkady... were

liquidating Pasternik's assets

before they could collect on him.

Mm...

Among others.

KENSI: Am I getting this right

in saying that someone within Russia

is putting a hit on their own oligarchs?

So, party members were fed for years

knowing those funds
were reclaimable, right?

And then once those blood banks die,

the private estate reverts
back to the motherland.

And so if that was happening
to several of Mira's clients,

no wonder they put a hit on her, too.

I mean, she was liquidating
the targets' assets.

Ultimately stealing funds
from the national nest egg.

Fatima's theory is correct.

That these recent suspicious
deaths are actually murders.

All of it... moving the bodies, uh,

Pasternik taking a header
off the 12th floor... I mean,

all of it was set up to hide
what was really happening.

Deeks, those flight maps

show that this
is not just isolated to L.A.

This is happening all over the world.

This is so much bigger than we thought.

Agent Deeks, Agent Blye.

- Sir.
- Admiral. Any news?

I spoke with the
KleptoCapture task force.

They, unfortunately,
will not be assisting

any further in our investigation.

- What about the DOJ?
- Their official statement

is they are exploring allegations

of transnational efforts

by a certain unnamed country

to reclaim assets of their citizens,

and that some associated deaths

have, in fact, been reported.

Okay, and the unofficial statement?

Russia's getting backed into
a corner on the world stage.

They will never admit defeat

and each day that goes by,

their options to end
the conflict in Ukraine dwindle.

And right now there is growing fear

that tactical nukes
are not entirely off the table.

In other words, they
appreciate our limited

and discreet involvement.

And to add insult to injury,

Agent Callen has being pulled.

We received the phone call

we'd been expecting.

He is to join Hanna's joint
task force undercover operation.

- Now?
- As soon as he is finished

in interrogation, there
is a plane waiting for him.

We haven't been able
to ID the gunman yet.

How are we supposed to find them?

Well, maybe we don't have to, you know?

The auction house owner that
set Mira up with the sale

is the only other person
that knows about it

and so therefore the most
likely person to have ratted out

Mira and Arkady.

Which means that they
would know who the gunmen are

and how to contact them.

Right, so the auction
house owner thinks that

- Mira and Arkady are still partners.
- Uh-huh.

So let's just say Arkady
goes to the auction house

under the pretense he needs to pull

something for a client and...

- And then our rat might strike again.
- (DOOR OPENS)

- And we'll have our guys.
- Ah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Why are you looking at me like that?

♪ ♪

Mm.

I'll do it. But I have a few notes.

For this to work, you need my ears.

Without guidance, you aren't
getting a step into that place.

They can smell a trap a mile away.

The client is going to need
to be important,

someone you bend rules for.

Luckily for you, I have many.

Rodgers and Hammerstein called.
They want their costume back.

Oh, how dare you?

I'm a member of the Swedish nobility.

MIRA: Most importantly,
remember what this place is.

It protects objects, not humans.

You don't want to get stuck somewhere

if the fire suppression system goes off.

Trust me.

And what is it that
you want in exchange?

A second chance.

An Agent Castor arrived
with your jacket.

Thank you. You are out?

- Mm. Good behavior.
- (CHUCKLES)

You never got any better at that?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh, you...

the man who single-handedly
drank the Louvre curator

out of the real Amore e Psiche.

Remember getting it down the stairs?

- I still have back pain.
- Oh, well,

you weren't the one doing it in heels.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What did you say to those officers?

"Bonsoir, officers,

the gift shop...
they ran out of large bags."

(LAUGHS)

Mira...

About Malta,

I should have believed you.

The necklace was not worth...

Shh.

Today I almost got you k*lled.

Let's just call us even.

Even?

There. That should do it. Mm?

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Oh...

Oh, that smile.

It never aged a bit.

- And now for the finishing touch.
- Oh?

I requested something special

to help you get into character.

("RASPUTIN" BY BONNIE M. PLAYING)

Behold...

...the real Arkady Kolcheck.

Oh, groovy!

♪ There lived a certain man
in Russia long ago ♪

♪ He was big and strong,
in his eyes a flaming glow ♪

♪ Most people look at him ♪

♪ With terror and with fear ♪

♪ But to Moscow chicks,
he was such a lovely dear ♪

♪ Ra-Ra-Rasputin ♪

♪ Russia's greatest love machine ♪

♪ It was a shame how he carried on ♪

Arkady Kolcheck.

♪ Oh, those Russians. ♪

CASTOR (OVER COMMS): Mic is live.

Rupert is expecting me.

Rupert is expecting me.

MIRA: It's for account

822...

0037.

For account 822...

- 0037.
- Of course.

But your bodyguard will
have to stay outside.

Company policy. Follow me.

(MUTTERS)

KENSI: Fatima, anything?

FATIMA: No. Rupert's dragging his feet.

He still hasn't made the call.

That is so weird.
What is he waiting for?

Mr. Kolcheck, in the flesh.

I have to say I've worked with Miraslava

for years on your behalf,
but never imagined

I'd have the pleasure
of meeting you in person.

Well, my client deserved

special escort. I mean,
he did come long way for this.

Yes.

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

Ja.

I studied abroad in Stockholm years ago.

I still remember the little
day trips to Tyresta.

Ja.

Well...

Mr. Kolcheck, if you'll just
follow my assistant,

uh, she'll take you to your
lockbox to procure your item.

Under the circumstances,

I mean, could you have them
bring it out to us?

Well, I'm afraid you will have
to use your personal key.

But don't worry, I'll entertain
your guest till you get back.

Vault number two.

Ja.

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

Skol.

ARKADY: Look, no one mentioned a key.

Mira? Hello?

I lost Mira.

Fatima, can you check her comms?

FATIMA: It says it's still connected.

- What about Castor?
- FATIMA: I'm not getting

an answer from Castor's cell either.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

- (LOCK CLICKS)
- You may enter.

(MUTTERING)

Oh.

Oh.

Hello, Rad'noy.

FATIMA: Guys,
I'm still not getting through to Castor.

Arkady, come in.

Arkady?

I lost Arkady's comms.

Something's up. I'm going in.

Copy that.
I'll head in through the back.

And I thought I was going to
have to k*ll you twice.

I'm sorry, Arkachev.

One has to go where the
business opportunities are.

Immunity and a modest profit

in exchange for you

and our client list.

Well,

that's far better than prison,
don't you agree?

The deal?

Aim for the head.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

(GRUNTS)

Duck!

(ALARM BLARING)

Is that the fire alarm?

ROUNTREE: Worse.
It's the CO2 suppression system.

(GRUMBLES)

It's probably coming from
one of these storage facilities.

FATIMA: Where Arkady is?
CO2 levels only need to be

seven percent of the air
for someone to suffocate.

In a room that tight,
that could happen in minutes.

(SIGHS) Awesome.

Arkady, get away from the door!

(GRUNTING)

(ALARM CONTINUING)

Aah!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Arkady!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

(WHISPERING): I have eyes on
Arkady, but they're surrounded.

(PANTING, COUGHING)

"They?"

(MIRA COUGHING)

Hey.

(EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXHAUSTING PANTING)

Oh, ja.

(GRUNTING)

All right.

I could use a little help here, guys.

DEEKS: I'm heading to you now.

Kensi!
What is she going to do with that?

(GROANS)

Oh, never mind.

Throw it.

Stay down!

- Kens, you okay?
- Yeah. You're a little late.

Did you take this guy with a
serving platter?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Listen, there isn't much time.

I will distract them
and you make run for it.

Not this time.

We'll always have Malta.

(EXHALES) All right.
So, what are we thinking...

tacos or... Ooh.

Maybe we switch it up,

head to Sawtelle for some udon, mm?

- I'm actually gonna have to pass.
- What?

I have plans with a new friend.

A new friend?

Mm-hmm. I actually met her
at the coffee shop this morning.

Well, at least something good
came out of it.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, seriously.

(LAUGHS) Hey, you know what?

I might have found a solution
for our little problem, okay?

- Oh.
- Hear me out.

There's this shelter,

and they actually let you
walk the foster dogs.

So what I'm thinking is...
I'm just gonna tell him.

I mean, we can't
keep doing this forever.

Admiral Kilbride, I...

Your espionage training
really shone through today.

- I...
- Oh, that...

- Uh...
- Uh...

Just get here on time
from now on, Agent Namazi.

Doesn't take much of a sleuth
to figure out

where all those empty Frappuccino cups

in Ops are coming from.

I'll let you hang on to that.

Damn it.

Hey.

Mira asked me to give you this.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

- Her retirement.
- Oh, yeah?

Have you spoken with Grisha?

No. He's deep undercover,

but we'll get word to him
as soon as we can.

Are you gonna be okay?

Me? Of course.

I have Anna, Grisha. My family.

No matter how dysfunctional we may be,

I would not rewrite
one moment of my life

if it meant losing them.

I happen to know that
they feel the exact same way.

And besides, Mira is never really gone.

Oh?

Every time my credit score goes down,

I know she is taking out
a new account in my name.

(LAUGHS)

But more importantly,
she is thinking about me.

Oh. Okay.

So, she never figured out

that that thing is completely worthless?

- Mm.
- (SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

Mira.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

♪ ♪

Mm... no.

Too expensive.

(PHONE RINGS)

Anna?

How is my favorite daughter?

About the wedding.

I have a new idea about the open bar...

(LAUGHING)