(panting)
(dog barking)
(man speaking Vietnamese)
Uh, help. Please.
I'm sorry. I don't... Vietnamese.
Uh, I'm sorry.
(panting)
(horn honking, tires squealing)
MAN: Whoa! Watch it, man!
(grunting)
Hey!
(panting)
Get off the gate!
I said, get down.
(tires squeal, gunshots)
(groaning)
(engine revving, tires squealing)
♪ NCIS: LA 3x18 ♪ The Dragon and the Fairy Original Air Date on March 20, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
All right, Magic, come on.
Oh! Ooh!
Oh, your ball.
Come on.
Oh!
Is it getting hot in here?
'Cause it feels like
maybe getting a little bit of hot in here.
Come on, Deeks. We're in the middle of something here.
Oh, we are? Yeah, we are.
(laughs) Oh! Yeah, we are.
- Oh, really? - Yeah, we are.
All right.
- Let's see what you got here. - We're in the middle of something here.
Let's see what you've got here, baby.
(Sam grunting)
(laughs) Oh! Hold it!
Hold it. Hey.
Hold it.
Morning.
It's the good versus the ugly.
SAM: Yeah.
Come on, come on. KENSI: Over here.
Hit that.
(groans)
Oh! Boom! What?
Here we go. That's my girl.
Your what? I mean, my...
my girl partner.
CALLEN: Rack it up.
Partner that happens to be a girl.
Yeah, check it up. Yeah. Up top.
You got me?
I got you.
All right, D'ed up. All right.
Come on. Go that way.
D up, baby.
Oh!
Tie game. One up.
Wait. We're keeping score?
Oh, yeah. We're talking about. Come on.
KENSI: All right. Ball check.
(laughter)
DEEKS: All right.
Eric's on my team.
Your team?
Our team. Eric's on our team.
- Okay. okay. - Where you going? Where you going?
(groans)
(Sam and Eric yell)
Uh!
What?
Um, okay, we got Nell, and you guys got Eric.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Whoa, whoa.
We've got Nell.
You passed the ball to Eric, Nell is on my team.
What?
Our team.
(overlapping chatter) HETTY: Ladies and gentlemen.
Time out.
Please join me upstairs.
Score's tied up.
To be continued.
(grunts)
Oh! So pretty. So pretty.
Hey, good game.
Don't even think about it.
Mm. I didn't... Walk on.
Really?
HETTY: Yesterday afternoon at the Vietnam Consulate.
No identification yet on the victim or the shooter.
Is it a coroner's case?
Hospital case.
Uh, Saint Anne's.
The young man was rather fortunate.
A wound to the arm and concussion from the fall.
What about the car?
Uh, license plates removed.
Tinted windows. Can't make out the driver or the shooter.
Mm, sounds like something for LAPD.
Miss Jones?
Last week, same location.
DEEKS: Hmm. Looks like
somebody didn't get their visa approved.
NELL: Tomorrow morning,
the consulate hosts a Southeast Asian conference.
With key diplomats
from 11 different countries.
Including the Secretary of the Navy.
SAM: Philippines and Indonesia.
They've got Islamic
cells that would like
to destabilize American ties in the region.
Well, hospital or consulate?
SAM AND DEEKS: Hospital.
Consulate.
Everything you can find
on groups who oppose the current regime in Vietnam,
please, Eric.
I'm on it.
Sweet three-pointer, Nell.
Oh.
Thanks, Hetty.
The bullet in the arm didn't cause any critical damage.
They repaired his scalp laceration,
but he's still confused from the concussion.
Does he know who shot him?
No identification on him?
No. He's a John Doe.
What's your name?
His name is Tuan Nguyen.
And you are...?
Yen Tran, his employer.
We started phoning hospitals
when he didn't show up for work today.
I'm glad we found him.
Special Agent Hanna.
Special Agent Callen.
What kind of work does he do?
Garment district.
He's a tailor.
Does he speak English?
No. He comes from a small village.
Sends money home to his family.
I brought his passport.
Any history of criminal behavior?
Never.
Very honest.
Hard worker.
The passport's valid, visa's current.
Yeah?
I'll scan a copy to Eric.
YEN: He said,
a stranger in a car started to chase him on Wilshire.
We need to make a photocopy of the passport.
Of course.
What's in here?
Uh, cut-up clothes from the paramedics.
I may have to take a swab just to test for any residue...
"James Cleary, U.S. Marine Corps."
Does he know this man?
Why is he carrying his name?
So, uh, you know what'd be nice?
What? A little trophy
for the winning team.
It would look great next to my stapler.
Why yours and not mine? What's wrong with my desk?
Nothing an industrial vacuum cleaner couldn't fix.
Okay, so I like to keep stuff on my desk.
Big deal. Stuff?
Really? What color is your desk exactly?
Brown. Brownish?
Timber or laminate?
Laminate?
Really?
We're coming up to the consulate.
Head of security's waiting for us.
We best focus.
I used to bust Asian bangers back in the day.
They should just check this kid for gang tattoos.
I mean, it could be just a routine drive-by.
(tires squealing, glass breaking)
That didn't feel so routine.
No.
No, it didn't.
The car that went boom is registered to Cadeo Hoang.
He's an attorney in Orange County.
And a key player in Viet Dang Tin.
It's an organization trying to bring democracy to Vietnam.
Didn't we already lose that war?
Well, the democratic movement wants to restore human rights
to what they consider an oppressive regime.
So they would have good reason
to discredit the Vietnamese government.
Cadeo's office is in Garden Grove.
On it.
Any luck hunting down that marine?
First Lieutenant James Cleary.
SAM: Looks like Saigon.
Good eye.
He served in Vietnam.
He's a retired social worker,
currently a guide at Regent Gardens.
How'd the kid in the hospital get his name?
I'm hoping we can find that out now.
Oh, my God.
Was anyone hurt?
Luckily, no.
So, tell me, how is it that your car came
to be parked outside the consulate
with a bomb inside of it?
My car was stolen last night while I was sleeping.
Funny. There's no record of that.
I had to be in court first thing, so I took a cab.
My wife was going to call the police.
Except for the fact that didn't happen.
(sighs)
Because my father fell in the bathroom this morning.
Convenient.
He broke his hip.
Sorry to hear about that.
(clears throat)
Viet Dang Tin.
How long have you, uh...
How long have you been with them?
Ever since law school. Seven years.
You know, the FBI's been keeping a close eye
on that organization, because they have been linked
to several bombings of Vietnamese embassies.
Look familiar to you?
London, 2000?
Phnom Penh, 2001?
That was a completely different group--
the Government of Free Vietnam.
They stopped all terror activity in 2005.
Our only weapons now are social media
and educational pamphlets, not guns and bombs.
We'll still have to check you
and your home for explosive residue.
Be my guest.
So, why have so many members
of your organization been arrested then?
Because the Vietnamese government suppresses
freedom of expression and assembly.
If you speak out or expose corruption,
you end up in jail for ten years.
That is the kind of injustice we try to expose.
But of course, never with car bombs.
I think we were set up.
And who would do that?
Agents of the government
who are trying to paint us as terrorists.
They'll do anything to stop the democratic movement.
They don't want an Asian Spring.
That was a lifetime ago.
I did a 13-month tour
as a platoon commander and translator.
You were a translator?
Uh-huh, studied Vietnamese in college.
After Officer Candidate School,
I was shipped overseas.
My battalion commander took advantage of my skills.
I interviewed the locals,
got intel on the enemy.
So how'd this kid end up with your name in his pocket?
CLEARY: It's a close- knit community.
I translate at the free clinic and for Meals on Wheels.
He in the garment industry?
Hmm, someone may have given him my name
to help him plan his escape.
I also volunteer for CAST.
CAST?
Coalition to Abolish Slavery and Trafficking.
Human trafficking.
Mm-hmm.
Poor villagers from all over Asia are brought here
with the promise of a job, education.
They end up working long hours, no pay
under terrible conditions.
Why didn't he go to the police?
Where he comes from,
the police are as corrupt as the traffickers.
You check out his workplace.
If it's shady, I can help you
with shelter, counseling, legal aid.
Now, I got
to lead the 1:00 tour.
Thank you.
Keep in touch.
We will.
Oh, folks,
welcome to the garden.
How are you?
He seem a little off to you?
Maybe.
Like his mind is somewhere else.
Vietnam was 40 years ago.
It takes a long time to heal.
Maybe we stirred up some memories.
CLEARY: All right, why don't we start over here?
DEEKS: Outside, down by two.
What you got? Oh!
Not basketball, it's, uh, netball.
Netball-- is that the game
where the girls wear the tiny little skirts?
Oh, that's the one.
Maybe we should start a netball team.
Yeah, I'm in.
Really? Wait, really?
Yes, if we all wear the same uniform.
Ugh,
that just became a terrible idea.
Yeah. Nell?
Cadeo Hoang's organization is squeaky clean.
The U.S. ambassador to Vietnam actually attested
to their peaceful means.
KENSI: Okay, um,
hospital photos.
That is some very interesting ink
on Tuan's back.
The boy with the dragon tattoo.
ERIC: Yeah, very similar to the corporate logo
of this free software from the Web.
Converts a standard keyboard to Vietnamese characters.
But the software is embedded
with a virus that's been destroying
the Vietnamese democracy blogs,
so maybe Tuan is connected to the company.
You think our kid has,
uh, computer skills? Or he works
for someone who does.
(glass shatters)
When was the last time you were on the court?
I sang the national anthem with my high school madrigal choir.
DEEKS: Nothing beats a great madrigal,
except for not a madrigal.
Do they wear skirts?
OSHA compliance,
Department of Labor wage and hour certificates.
Tuan's back to work already?
I told you he was a hard worker.
He's feeling much better.
Excuse me, please.
I don't have time.
Take care of it.
You know what to do.
My husband Binh...
he does not have a good sense for business.
(phone ringing)
Hmm.
Excuse me.
Go ahead, Nell.
What are you doing?
(speaking Vietnamese)
Huh? (chuckles)
(speaking Vietnamese)
Okay.
What?
(chuckles)
She wants to make you a present.
She says
a handsome man like you deserves
a nicer shirt.
That's not necessary.
Yeah, thank you.
NELL: There's no surveillance video on Yen's factory, but
here's a juicy little tidbit.
Checking tax records, her garment output far exceeds
the work of eight employees.
We'll need a search warrant for her home
and business.
Got it. Thanks.
I don't think we've seen
the last of Yen.
I'm gonna have to come back and get my shirt.
Your shirt?
Yeah, sweet old lady.
Maybe she works on commission.
(grunts)
(clattering)
Why would they be bringing
racks of new clothes into the building?
That's like someone delivering takeout
to the back of your favorite restaurant.
(engine starts)
No plates in the front.
Let's see where this guy is going.
Where the hell are we?
City Terrace, East L.A.
Thinking this is a sweatshop?
Yen's downtown factory is just a front.
(clears throat)
(sighs)
Can I help you?
Looking for the 10 Freeway.
Make a left on Eastern.
Okay, thanks.
(sighs)
How many workers you think they got inside.
Enough that they need armed guards to keep them in place.
Or they've got something else to hide.
So LAPD gang unit didn't recognize the ink.
NELL: I'm working on the origin of the computer virus.
It's a secure Asian site,
no traceable registration, top secret.
SAM: Here's what we found.
I'll take sweatshops for $200.
Could be a good place to hide weapons and explosives.
We discovered
that Yen is a major donor to Viet Dang Tin.
That makes sense.
A lot of Vietnamese business owners are pro-democracy.
They provide funding.
Yeah, for a peaceful movement.
But she could also be bankrolling
an under-the-radar pro-democracy group
willing to use bombs to make their point.
Maybe we should raid the sweatshop.
No, don't want to scare her off.
If she's the money person,
she'll lead us to the terrorists.
Anything new from Immigration?
Three years ago Tuan arrived at LAX
with others from his village--
Mai Nguyen and Hanh Phan.
No criminal records.
They came in on B-1 visas
as domestic workers of foreign nationals,
but no one can find them now.
Their I-94s had bogus names
and addresses for their sponsoring "employer."
Two more trafficking victims.
I wonder if Mai Nguyen and the kid Tuan are related.
That's a good thought, Mr. Callen,
but a bit of a long shot.
Nguyen is the surname of about 40%
of the Vietnamese population.
We have less than 18 hours till the conference.
Do we want to evacuate the consulate
and the surrounding block?
They could still try to attack the diplomats
at the hotel or airport.
I think Yen is the key to getting the terrorists.
We're going back to the factory.
I'm gonna see if Cleary wants to join us.
Kensi, Deeks, keep a close eye on her house-- Beverly Hills.
That's where I want to be.
Fascinating tattoo.
"The Dragon and the Fairy."
You know what it means?
It's the creation myth of Vietnam.
A male descendent of the dragons wed
a female descendent of the fairies.
She laid a hundred eggs
which begat a hundred children.
That's a fertile fairy.
50 of the children went with her to the northern highlands
where they learned to breed animals and grow fruit trees.
The other 50 stayed with the dragon
to farm and fish the lowlands.
It's a metaphor for national unity.
Exactly, Mr. Callen.
Even though the two Vietnams seem apart and different,
they share the same parents.
Despite their separation,
their bond can never be broken.
So a kid with the tattoo and a company with a similar logo...
Could be a coincidence.
The image is very common throughout the country.
Exactly how do you know all this?
My first assignment out of the academy was Saigon,
1968, as an undercover journalist.
Really?
Yes. (opens drawer)
(chuckles)
Some time I'll tell you
about snake wine shots with Ho Chi Minh.
Qui, could you introduce our other translator?
He says he doesn't know me.
You don't trust my translation or you don't trust me?
She's just checking his wounds.
Mm-hmm.
CALLEN: You ever heard of anyone
talking about attacking the consulate?
(speaking Vietnamese)
(speaks Vietnamese)
No.
Why did you go there?
(speaks Vietnamese)
He says he was being chased.
Were you trying to escape from your employer?
(speaking Vietnamese)
(speaks Vietnamese)
No.
Do they pay you
and treat you well?
So, none of these guys look familiar to you?
Yes, but I don't think he's telling you the truth.
He's too afraid of their threats.
What kind of threats?
Well, it's usually, "If you talk, we'll kill your family
back home."
You all go now.
Agent Hanna?
Your shirt is ready.
SAM: Oh.
Thank you.
Wow, it's beautiful.
I will wear it with great respect.
Go on.
Try it on now.
How much longer?
CALLEN: We're done.
He couldn't identify any of the gang suspects.
Okay, we'll let you get back to work.
SAM: Thank you.
DEEKS: Ten-foot jumper.
(crowd noises)
Guess there's money in the shirt business, huh?
Yeah, if you don't pay your workers.
Oh...
(liquid splashes) Oh!
Are you kidding me?
What, it's just a drop
of pomegranate green tea.
It's probably good for your skin; here, I got it.
No, I'm fine, I'm good, Deeks, I'm good.
Deeks, off.
Hey, heads up.
DEEKS: Here we go.
(shutter clicking)
It looks like the housekeeper.
Well, speaking of housekeeping,
clean up your balls.
You're just mad 'cause I left them all over your car.
Please, they're not even big enough to worry about.
Excuse me?
Excuse me, hi.
I'm sorry, I'm a little bit lost.
Do you know where the Beverly Center is?
Sorry, no English.
Oh, well...
Did you want something?
Yeah, I was looking for a Vietnamese nanny.
Why would you want a Vietnamese nanny?
Because my grandmother was French.
The French were not kind to my country.
Oh, well, you know, she had a Vietnamese cook
who made the most delicious pho
and also a housekeeper who was super hard working.
She was so meticulous, it was incredible.
Do you happen to know if someone's looking
for a job, or...
Try the agencies.
Um, okay.
- Is there anyone that you would recom... - I don't know.
(engine starts)
Okay.
Well, thank you.
(shutter clicking)
(exhales)
Not the friendliest of neighbors.
Recognize the housekeeper?
Eric showed us her passport.
That's Mai Nguyen. Yeah.
That's the villager that came over with Tuan.
They're keeping her on a short leash.
And I think we know why.
Are these the new night vision binoculars?
You boys doing some camping?
If we have to.
Eric, I'm gonna need facial recognition on everybody
going in and out of the sweatshop.
You got it.
Nice shirt.
ERIC: So, the Vietnamese Consulate
is reporting new e-mail threats.
They appear to be from the Viet Dang Tin, but they're not.
NELL: They also claim
they'll attack the conference tomorrow
unless 27 pro-democracy prisoners are freed in Hanoi.
The messages originate from the same secure Asian server
that distributes the computer virus.
So, Viet Dang Tin is being framed.
FBI's got it all wrong; they've got Cadeo
and all his associates under tight surveillance.
While the real terrorists lay the groundwork
for an attack to discredit the pro-democracy movement.
Can you trace the e-mail?
(groans) It's crazy secure,
but I've been known to work a little magic.
Yeah, can you saw a lady in half?
No, but I can make
the Vietnamese Bureau of Vital Statistics
appear out of thin air.
That's just as good.
And look what we found.
NELL: It turns out the nanny,
Mai Nguyen, is actually Tuan's mother.
So, she's overheard conversations at Yen's house.
SAM: She probably knows
about any bad guys who visit.
We need to bring her to the boatshed.
Time to release the hounds.
Bonjour.
Bon...
MAN: Mai?
(dog barking)
Get off me!
Stupid dog.
DEEKS: Zeke, come on, get back. Come here.
I'm so sorry, he got away from me, sir.
(barking) The leash actually broke.
I'm so sorry.
We were some special Pavlovian training,
and there's some sort of movement in the underbrush.
It was, like, a hedgehog, maybe a rabbit.
He started running after it. I am so sorry.
No, Monty, what are you doing to the nice...
No, no, oh... Oh, blackhawk down.
I'm so sorry, sir.
(barking) Come on, Zeke, sit down for a second.
I'm not gonna tolerate your insubordinance.
Stop barking.
Monty, I've got kibble. Uh-oh.
Oh, I just dropped it all over your face.
Monty, get away, or I'm gonna pepper spray you.
Get him off of me. I'm trying, sir.
Oh! (screaming)
Oh! That's my bad. I'm so sorry, sir.
That's completely and totally my fault.
Hey, an ice cream truck.
That's gonna wear off; you'll be fine.
Monty, you want a Fudgesicle, huh, Monty?
Let's get. Fudgesicle. Come on, get it.
Come on, boy. Good boy, all right. (coughing)
Let's go hit on some poodles.
MAI (over speaker): For three years,
I do not see my son or talk to him.
I sorry, my English...
KENSI: Oh, no, no, no.
Your English is fine.
They don't know I speak.
I learned with little boy.
Every day, we watch Sesame Street.
Elmo rocks.
Sorry, I thought that we would need you to translate here.
Her English is limited.
You still might.
Do visitors ever come to the house?
Never.
Husband and wife do not like each other.
He go out every night, alone.
Home at 2:00 in morning.
I still cleaning.
In the middle of the night?
When do you sleep?
Four hour is good.
What happened here?
If she does not like my cooking or cleaning,
she hit me.
Every day.
This has been going on for years?
Why didn't you ever run away?
If I leave, they say I go to jail.
They say I...
(speaks French)
They told you you'd get raped?
By police.
They say if I tell anyone,
they kill Tuan.
Wow, nice boss.
A hundred cases like this every year in L.A.
From Asia, South America, Africa.
This doesn't make any sense.
I mean, Yen could afford if she want...
It's about power,
not money.
They haven't paid Mai a penny.
She still has to work off her airfare,
her visa, her room, board, clothing.
She's a slave.
Mm-hmm.
And her son.
(shutter clicking)
CALLEN: Those two have been here every day.
How about pizza for dinner?
(sighs) How about something healthy?
Okay.
Sprouts on your half, bacon on mine.
I wonder what's in the bags?
A visit from a known terrorist would be nice.
Yeah, I'd settle for a delivery of illegal weapons.
You go live with the audio?
Seriously?
(mechanical whirring) Mm.
Sounds like a hundred mosquitoes buzzing in my ear.
I'd go crazy in there.
(man shouting in Vietnamese)
Ne help from the boatshed. Hey, Deeks?
What's up?
Can you get Cleary on the line?
He's on.
Hey, Cleary? It's the sweatshop.
What are they shouting about?
(men continue shouting in Vietnamese)
Uh, they're calling them lazy, worthless,
says they're not working fast enough.
(blows landing repeatedly)
It sounds like a beating.
Caning.
They're asking Tuan what he told the police.
Tuan says nothing, but they don't believe him.
We got to go in.
As soon as the guards exit.
We don't need any collateral damage.
Oh, my God. What?
They-they're shouting, "Help us."
"Fire." They've torched the place.
I'm gonna notify city fire of your location. Hold on, guys.
We're on the move.
(engine starts)
(panicked shouting)
One,
two, three. (screaming)
Solid as a rock.
We're better off trying the door. Let's go.
Stand back.
It's reinforced steel.
(explosion)
(screaming, shouting)
CALLEN: Deeks?
How are we doing on that ETA for the fire department?
Three to five minutes.
That's too long.
Get them away from the wall.
Cleary, you still there?
I'm here. I'm here.
How do you say, "Move back"?
(speaks Vietnamese)
(shouting Vietnamese)
Cleary, "Or you will die."
(speaking Vietnamese)
(shouting Vietnamese)
(speaking Vietnamese)
(tires squealing)
Let's go! Out!
Come on, everybody! Go, go, go!
Hurry up!
Go, go, go! Come on, come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
Let's go! Come on!
You good? I'm good.
Wish I could say the same about your new shirt.
Come on. Come on.
Gotcha!
HETTY: Do I detect a note of triumph in your voice, Mr. Beale?
I, uh, cracked the encryption and broke through the firewalls.
We've got the IP address, that launched the computer virus
and the email threats against the consulate.
That's Yen's home address.
She's funding the pro-democracy movement.
Why would she try to destroy it?
Maybe she didn't.
I just got the results back
on the swab Kensi took from Binh's Porsche.
It a direct match to the consulate car bomb.
Looks like Yen's husband's
been playing with some high-grade explosives.
Perhaps he tired of his wife's materialistic ways.
Where is Sam and Callen?
On the way to Yen's house to arrest her.
And Kensi and Deeks?
Uh, five minutes closer.
DEEKS: Who do we got inside, Eric?
ERIC: I've got two on the exterior,
and three inside.
I suggest you wait for Sam and Callen, Mr. Deeks.
Will do.
Gun!
KENSI: Federal agents!
Scratch that, we're taking fire.
Go.
We're clear out here.
(gunshots) Down.
I think I just dinged a Ming.
(gun cocking) Go.
Down!
Okay. Plan?
Well, I think we wait until he reloads.
Did you see the size of the magazine.
(Deeks groans)
Okay. I'll pop up, I draw his fire, you take him out.
I guess, it's my turn to get shot, right?
Let's do it together.
God, you talk pretty.
BOTH: One, two.
Did you guys stop for coffee?
How many more?
According to Eric, only one, probably Binh.
Take the perimeter, we're going up.
Yeah.
I got Yen.
She's dead.
Got something.
That's an interesting shoe rack. RPG.
RPGs.
Could have been one hell of an attack.
(rustling)
Balcony.
Federal agents! Drop your weapon!
You heard the man!
The pro-democracy movement will be crushed.
We can talk about it later.
There will be no Asian Spring.
Who knew we still had one of these things?
The office I tracked down
in Cat Loi has filing cabinets, not computers.
The clerk had to walk a mile to the nearest fax machine.
So do we get Cleary to translate?
I don't think so.
Callen needs to see this.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
One question never got answered.
Why did Tuan really have your name?
Three year ago, I give it him in case he ever in trouble.
At home, all the old people say this man,
Cleary, he is hero.
My unit liberated a few villages in their province.
I had no idea they were still talking about it.
Think there's a little bit more to the story.
You might want to take a look at this.
A birth certificate.
It's Mai's birth certificate.
You're listed as her father.
He is my father?
So beautiful, Mai,
just like your mother.
She died long time ago. I know.
I knew my father is American, but...
Tuan...
(speaking Vietnamese)
He says I am the dragon,
and his grandma is the fairy.
And now we are all together again.
CLEARY: Lanh was a school teacher.
I helped rebuild their village after it was destroyed in '73.
We were quite a team.
Mai was born in '75.
It was my second tour of duty.
I was attached to the Marine Security
at the U.S. Embassy in Saigon.
Bought Lanh a ring,
found out she was pregnant in April.
It was the fall of Saigon.
I was on one of the last Hueys out.
You flew to Task Force 76.
Mm-hmm.
Alone.
I tried to keep in touch,
send money, but she was relocated.
I knew the letters weren't getting through.
Years later, I had to move on.
You got married?
Kids, grandkids.
Thank you.
Not finding my Vietnamese family
was the biggest regret of my life.
Trying to find them a shelter.
No need.
They're coming home with me.
Top of the key, G.
KENSI: Let's go, let's go.
(whistle blows) Time-out.
If this motley crew
is going to play an official game,
you're going to need
a proper referee.
(chuckles)
(whistle blows) Time in!
Let's go. Check it up.
Tag him up.
What you got? What you got?
(whistle blows)
Offensive foul. Charging.
- What? - Hetty,
he was still moving.
Mr. Deeks was in a set position.
His feet were stationary,
his arms were not
in a downward motion.
SAM: No way.
(whistle blows)
Technical foul. What?
(laughing)
Disrespectful communication with the official.
One free throw for Mr. Deeks, Yeah.
followed by his team's possession.
Hetty, how could it be charging...
Oh, careful, careful, Mr. Hanna.
What did I do?
Unsportsmanlike contact with the official
could lead to a disqualifying foul and ejection.
(laughs)
Come on, Hetty, you'd bench me?
Don't make me kick your butt
all the way to the locker room, Mr. Hanna.
And don't you for one moment think I wouldn't.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==