ROBIN: Unh. No.
Come on, Robin. Ripped By mstoll
MAN: Robin!
[SPECTATORS CHEERING AND SHOUTING]
All right, come on. Come on, come on.
WOMAN: Yeah! Come on!
There you go.
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
MASKED MAN: Freeze!
[TASER BUZZING]
MASKED MAN: Let's go, let's go.
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING]
DEEKS: What's up?
What case...?
- Sorry. What? - I said what ca...?
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS]
[CHUCKLING]
Oh, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't help it.
- She's just... She's just so pretty. - Mm-hm.
What case is this for?
This, my friend, is the case for Marty Deeks
living a life of freedom on the open road.
This is your bike?
All 865 cc's of her. Military green 1100.
You can, uh... You can pet her if you want to.
- Hetty know about this? - What? No.
[CALLEN CHUCKLES]
What, like I need Hetty's permission to buy a motorcycle? Ha, ha. Please.
[DEEKS WHISTLING]
- Heh. What the hell is that? - That beauty goes with my new ride.
You bought a motorcycle?
- He bought a motorcycle? - He did indeed.
Does Hetty know you bought a motorcycle?
I see what's happening here. I'm excited about my bike,
you're trying to deny me that pleasure for your amusement,
like the pack of jackals that you are.
He doesn't know the rule.
- What? - You didn't tell him the rule?
- I didn't think I had to. - He's your partner.
- You should be telling him the rules. - He is still in the room.
Hi. How are you? What's the rule?
NCIS agents work hard and play safe.
No matter how much danger we put ourselves in at work,
when we're off the clock, we don't take unnecessary risks.
Are you...? Are you kidding me?
Because I jumped on a speeding train,
took out a psychopath with a flamethrower,
and that was all before breakfast.
When the train stopped, I got you a bran muffin.
- That was a good muffin. KENSl: You know what?
- It's not a problem. - Okay. Thank you.
All he has to do is get rid of that bike before Hetty sees it.
No. We're not getting rid of anything. I just got it. It has 12 miles on it.
- Easier to sell. DEEKS: I'm not selling it!
- How come I never heard of this rule? - Probably you're not an NCIS agent.
- Ooh. Touché. DEEKS: Yeah.
Not how you use the word "touché," but you're getting better.
You know what? Let me settle this once and for all.
Hetty, hi.
Ahem. Can I, uh, ask you a question?
No.
No as in I can't ask you a question?
No. Upstairs. There's a case.
You're not even curious of what the question is?
No.
Heh. Okay.
I cherish these conversations.
Feel like we're really bonding as a couple.
What do we have, kids?
ERIC: Forcible abduction in broad daylight.
This just happened.
[GUNSHOTS AND PEOPLE SCREAMING ON VIDEO]
KENSl: Oh, man.
Ouch.
NELL: L.A.P.D. Isn't releasing her name until they can notify next of kin,
but thanks to her race registration number,
we've ID'd her as Robin Henson.
KENSl: She Navy? - No, but her boyfriend was.
NELL: William Garrett. He was an intelligence officer.
He specialized in highly classified drone navigation design.
Wait. So "was" or "is"?
Was. He took an early discharge from the Navy just last week.
- Why? - Not sure.
The file doesn't give an explanation.
Oddly coincidental.
Kidnappers could have grabbed the girlfriend to trade for naval secrets.
Well, we're looking for the van.
No joy so far.
It's odd. These guys picked the most public moment
in the most public place possible to grab her.
So are they ruthless, brazen, or just stupid?
Well, let's hope it's the latter and not all three.
Where's Garrett?
Well, he's not answering his home phone,
and his cell phone's in Koreatown.
- Not answering that either. - Send us the address.
Check out the crime scene, see if there's anything that can help us.
DEEKS: I'll go see Hetty. - Keep looking for the van,
or anything you can find on his girlfriend.
Yup.
DEEKS: Hetty, hey.
I'm, uh, heading out to the crime scene with Kensi,
but I just wanted to let you know officially that, uh, Uncle Marty's back.
My head is right, I'm feeling good. You know, feeling strong.
I could rock out 50 burpees for you right now if you asked me to.
How's your heart?
My heart? My heart's great.
I'm running sub-five 30 miles, I got a new road bike,
thinking about doing the Malibu Ironman.
I'm like a Shaolin monk with a young bull,
mixed with, like, a very charismatic cheetah.
I meant your emotional center.
My emotional center?
- I don't think I follow. - I'm pretty certain you do.
Heh. Okay, let's just say for the sake of argument that I do follow you.
Then I would say that it's fine. It's better than fine.
I'd say it's phenomenal.
I mean, you heard what I said about the Shaolin monk with the cheetah?
Okay.
I understand that you worry about me more than the others.
Um, that's mostly because I'm your favorite.
Obviously.
Don't say otherwise. It'll break my heart.
But I want you to know that I'm great.
I'm actually... I'm better than great.
Kensi's great.
I see.
What do you mean, you see?
Why, did Kensi say something?
Because if she said something that contrasted that,
I think it's because, at this point, well, it's... It's difficult to explain.
I think it's personal feelings at... No, wow. No. Ha, ha.
I'm not gonna fall for this. I'm not one of your minions.
I'm not gonna fall for your Jedi mind tricks.
Is it getting cold in here?
Because I feel like it just got, like, rapidly cold in here.
Like I need, like, earmuffs because my fingers are tingling.
Could be, um, early signs of Raynaud's.
- What's that? - Look it up.
Better yet, get it checked out.
I will.
SAM: Nobody home.
GARRETT: No, we're not doing that. It's a bad idea.
We've been through this before, it didn't work.
SAM: Federal agents! OSCAR: What the hell?
CALLEN: William Garrett? - Yeah.
Special Agent G. Callen, Sam Hanna, NCIS.
- Who are these people? - They work for me.
- Doing what? - Software design.
We need to talk to you in private.
Yeah, sure. What's this about?
No, I told you this would happen.
- Who are you? - I'm Oscar Balsam. I'm his partner.
Told him what would happen?
That Uncle Sam was gonna use strong-arm tactics to shut us down.
Is that what this is about?
The only strong-arm tactics are the ones being used by these men
that kidnapped your girlfriend.
[PEOPLE SCREAMING ON VIDEO]
GARRETT: Oh, my God.
That's Robin.
ERIC [OVER PHONE]: Garrett's company is a software start-up
called ReduceQ. He began it before joining the Navy,
and they've developed an app that aggregates GPS data
to predict wait times at airports, different stores, the DMV, wherever.
That's useful, but it's hardly the stuff kidnappings are made of. Is that it?
It's the only thing they released.
There's nothing that could have any military applications?
ERIC: Not unless it's still in development,
and if they do have something, they better launch it soon.
According to bank statements,
they're about a month away from having the lights turned off.
What about Garrett's phone records?
I'm going through them now,
but the only calls he received since Robin's abduction
were from L.A.P.D. And us. Nothing from the kidnappers.
Oh, and no luck finding that van, either.
All right, keep looking,
and check in with Kensi and Deeks,
- see if they found anything. ERIC: On it.
MAN 1: Who would do something stupid...
MAN 2: Just doing your jobs. Don't speculate.
Hi.
Uh, sorry that took so long.
I was stuck behind an old man on a scooter for the past six blocks.
I'm sure he appreciated your patience.
Well, he flipped me off before I finally passed him.
He was probably just waving.
He called me a ginger bitch.
- Yeah, I got nothing for that. - Mm-hm.
Why weren't you answering your phone?
We go unplugged for the first hour of the day
in order to brainstorm without interruption.
What about your e-mails?
Anyone try to contact you?
For, like, a ransom? Why would they do that?
Well, it's possible the kidnappers want access to your Navy intel
on drone navigations in exchange for Robin.
- Oh, this is my fault. SAM: It's no one's fault,
but we're gonna need your full cooperation.
Yeah, sure. What do you want me to do?
- Want me to send everybody home? - No, no. Act like nothing happened.
William Garrett, Nell Jones. She's one of our analysts.
She's gonna help us get your girlfriend back.
NELL: Hi. - Hi.
NELL: May I see your phone, please?
So I'll monitor your calls and e-mails, check your hardware and servers,
to see if anyone's tried accessing your systems.
- You need any help? - No. I'm good.
Let us know if the rest of them give you trouble.
I think I'll be fine. I speak geek.
These are my people.
So whoever grabbed this woman, Robin,
did so at the end of a 10-kilometer fun run?
- Callen's right, it's just weird. - Yeah.
Who runs for fun?
They thought she'd put up less of a fight because she was so tired.
Well, not to mention the Taser and a ton of witnesses.
They're following her, they know she's on the run, where the finish line is.
Maybe something forced their hand.
They had no choice but to grab her here
in front of all these people.
Unless they wanted people to see it happen.
I think we're done here.
Speaking of which,
I couldn't help but notice you neglected to acknowledge the fact
that you too own and operate a motorcycle.
Ha, ha. "Speaking of which"?
How does that relate to anything we were talking about?
Don't do that. Don't change the subject.
You just changed the subject.
- So you admit you have a motorcycle? - Yeah, for undercover work.
I've seen you drive it on weekends. That, my friend, is a double standard.
Okay, do you know how many returning veterans
have been killed on motorcycles?
You know how many surfers survive shark attacks?
- What does have to do with anything? - Exactly.
Look, deaths from motor vehicle collisions, specifically motorcycles,
are more prominent than suicides and overdoses in returning veterans.
Five times the national average.
Okay, I admit that it's a tragic statistic,
but irrelevant to me, I am not a combat veteran.
No, you're not, but you went through a very traumatic experience.
Is that what this is about?
I know what I'm talking about, okay?
Risky behavior is one of the most common symptoms
- of posttraumatic stress. - Okay, maybe this isn't risky behavior.
Maybe I just read some Kerouac and saw Easy Rider
and I wanna feel the wind.
You can't feel the wind in your hair if you're wearing a helmet, genius.
You know what? Kensi, you don't...
You don't have to worry about me.
- Yes, I do. Yes, I do. - No, you don't.
You're my partner, Deeks.
It is my job to keep you safe.
Now, get in the car and put on your seat belt.
Yes, Mom. You got a kid's seat in the back?
Anything?
Not yet.
I think you've got some admirers.
Yeah, I tried asking them about Garrett's business practices.
And?
They were more interested in talking about my gun.
What's with that, guys and guns?
I think it's more about cute girls with guns.
Oh.
Is it just me, or does it look like most of these guys
share the same DNA as Eric?
NELL: You think? CALLEN: It's creepy.
Yeah.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Someone's calling Garrett's cell.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
CALLEN: You ready, Sam? - Yep.
Hello?
MAN [DISTORTED]: I have something of yours.
Who is this?
MAN: The guy babysitting your girlfriend.
Let me talk to her.
MAN: As soon as you give me what I want.
Tell him you want proof of life.
How do I know she's still alive?
MAN: You don't. But if I wanted her dead,
I would have killed her already.
You've got one chance to save her.
I'll call back in an hour with details.
Make sure you're alone.
Tell me you got him.
- Um... - Nell?
Got him. Landline, fashion district.
Send that to my phone. Tell Kensi and Deeks to meet us there.
See if Eric can get eyes on the location.
Got it.
So I'm putting on a bulletproof vest, to charge into a hostile environment,
where some crazy-ass dudes are probably gonna shoot me.
KENSl: Probably. - Okay, so answer me this.
How is that safer than riding a motorcycle?
- Because I am here to protect you. - Oh, I see.
So in that case, if you rode on the back of said motorcycle...
KENSl: Uh, that's not gonna happen, I don't have a death wish.
I don't either. I lift with my knees, I don't eat gum I found in the street,
- and I never run with scissors. KENSl: What?
That was once, and I barely scratched you.
- We got anything? - Yeah.
Uh, no movement since we got here, no sign of the van,
neighbors haven't seen anybody go in and out in weeks.
Eric's trying to get eyes, but we're in a traffic-cam dead zone.
That's probably by design.
Owner said that the last tenants left eight months ago.
It's been vacant ever since.
Ground floor has two entrances, which one do you guys want?
CALLEN & SAM: Front. DEEKS: Oh, partners in sync.
God, I hope we're that adorable.
Just walk.
SAM [OVER RADIO]: Tried the front door. It's unlocked.
DEEKS: Ditto. - Ready.
On three.
One, two, three.
CALLEN: Clear! SAM: Clear.
- Clear. - Clear.
Well, that was uneventful.
See? Told you it was safer than a motorcycle.
SAM: Get out!
You okay?
Yeah, that was a lot safer than a motorcycle.
[CHATTERING]
Looks like they rigged blasting caps
to the structural components of the roof.
Triggered it with a 10-dollar motion sensor.
[SIRENS WAILING]
Better model, we'd all be dead.
- So who was that meant for, us? - Maybe.
May have been pre-rigged for the exchange.
Or a warning for anyone who tried to help Garrett.
Either way, I'd say these guys are pros.
Pros who are ready to kill innocent people.
ERIC: I've been digging around, trying to find someone
who may have a beef with Garrett.
I think I found a possible suspect.
Jason Clarke. He's a mechanical engineer
who served alongside Garrett
and was recently reprimanded for putting a baseball bat
through Garrett's windshield.
- What happened there? - The report is not specific.
But I do see a check for $318 from Clarke to Garrett
- probably to pay for the damage. DEEKS: That's fantastic.
We got an address?
Better than that, I have him being brought to the boatshed.
- Nice. - Update Callen and Sam.
- We will interrogate slugger boy. ERIC: Yes, ma'am.
Jason and I served together.
- You two have issues? - No.
God, it's been almost an hour.
Why haven't they called back?
If you and Jason Clarke didn't have issues,
why'd he put a baseball bat through your window?
- I don't know. You should ask him. SAM: We will.
What does it mean if they haven't called back?
- They'll call. - How do you know?
Because they want something.
But right now, I need you to focus so you can try and help us find her.
- Why did he bust up your car? - I don't know.
Maybe because he's a 'roid-raging hothead.
He was pissed off that I left the Navy. Said it was an act of disloyalty.
- Was it? - No.
I'd had enough. Wanted to focus on my business.
He's one of those guys that blamed everybody else for his problems.
- What kind of problems? - Passed over for promotions,
money, relationships, you name it.
Guy was a ticking time bomb.
He know Robin?
Not as well as he would've liked.
He'd hit on your girl while you were right there. You know the type.
I hate that type.
[SIGHS]
It's been an hour.
Time's up.
Whoa.
What sort of top secret naval experiment did you come from?
Deeks, wha...?
- Have a seat. - Have a seat.
You want to tell me why I'm here?
You know William Garrett?
Yeah. We served together.
Obviously not on a submarine.
His girlfriend, Robin, was abducted this morning.
- By who? - We're hoping you could help with that.
How the hell should I know?
Because you have a history.
Evidently, you went all Jose Canseco on him,
put a baseball bat through his windshield.
Are you trying to annoy me?
He doesn't have to try. He's naturally annoying.
DEEKS: It's a gift, really.
I don't like to talk about it.
Garrett's a selfish ass.
We served together.
He developed some cool stuff, but it was me and my guys
who actually built it, and worked out the bugs.
Because you have a degree in engineering?
Two. Plus my PhD.
I can also tear a phone book in half with my bare hands.
Wow, I imagine that comes in pretty handy
now that we're in the digital age.
Where do you find a phone book? Do you get them off of eBay?
- Listen, beach boy, anytime! - Hey, sit down and shut up.
And there it is.
If you had anything to do with this,
your next workout is gonna be in a prison yard.
Okay. Okay.
I broke the guy's windshield. Big deal.
I paid for it.
All I wanted was a chance to cash in too.
- Cash in on what? - His start-up.
I wanted him to share the wealth. It only seemed fair.
I helped him work out those bugs in the past.
Hang on a second. His company can barely stay afloat.
Then why'd the Navy let him out early?
What does that have to do with anything?
When a person in the military comes into a lot of money,
they can get permission to leave. It's felt that their service
is no longer a first priority.
Wait, that's an actual thing?
It's an unwritten thing.
And it probably explains why Garrett's naval records
didn't give a reason for his early discharge.
But you said that Garrett's company hasn't made any money.
- Right. - It's about to.
We were out celebrating when I asked him to be a part of it.
He got really condescending.
And I guess I got a little worked up.
How much money are we talking about?
Seventy-five million dollars?
I got a bad feeling about this.
I'm sorry. I missed it. The wire transfer was still pending.
It just went through about 20 minutes ago.
Same time they were expecting the kidnappers to call back.
- Where did the money come from? - Songshaw Holdings.
It's a venture capital firm out of Hong Kong.
Or at least that's where it starts.
The more I dig, the bigger it gets and the more far east it goes.
Right into mainland China.
ReduceQ's app is not worth a fraction of $75 million.
Only thing worth that much is what Garrett designed for the Navy.
The Chinese government could be behind this.
They create a shell company, make a VC investment,
when, really, they're paying for Garrett's naval intelligence.
So why kidnap Robin? Why not just buy the technology?
Because maybe Garrett figured it out.
He's a businessman. He's not a traitor.
I don't believe he would knowingly sell out his own country.
Grab Robin to make sure he goes through with it.
That would explain why the kidnappers haven't made another ransom call.
They've already been in touch.
Ahem. So if Garrett now has the money,
does that mean the Chinese now have our drone technology?
I see.
I'll alert SECNAV.
Told you I had a bad feeling about this.
All right, Nell. Thanks. We're headed up now.
She's skimming the surface of Garrett's servers,
but it looks like we were right.
He was at least discussing the drones with Songshaw Holdings.
I hate it when we're right.
I'm not convinced they're gonna let Robin go.
Once they grabbed the girl, they could trade her for the technology.
There's no need to pay him.
Well, maybe the money keeps him quiet.
Seventy-five million dollars?
That's a lot of quiet.
What do they gain by keeping her?
Once they've got what they wanted, she's no leverage. She's a liability.
It's almost like we're working two cases.
That's true.
Either way, he neglected to mention his recent cash flow to federal agents.
I get the feeling there's a lot of things this guy neglected to mention.
What have you got?
We've been monitoring Garrett's phone for a call from the kidnappers,
expecting them to call today.
Which they did, or they wanted us to believe
that they did from that warehouse downtown.
But if the kidnappers had already been in touch with Garrett like you think...
Then there would be evidence of earlier calls.
Exactly.
So I trolled through all his recent phone records
looking for new numbers,
specifically anything that looked like a burn phone. Et voilà.
It's only been used to make 13 calls in the last few days,
- all of them to Garrett. - Nicely done. Where is it now?
ERIC: Thank you. That I do not know. It is turned off.
- Can you switch it on remotely? - No, I cannot.
But I can show you where it's been.
DEEKS: And that is all within a mile of where Robin was grabbed.
Tell Sam and Callen we're gonna go canvass the area.
- Will do. Thank you, Deeks. - Good work.
CALLEN: You boys thinking of how you're gonna spend your 75 million?
I was just trying to convince him that there's good chance Robin's still alive.
- Is there? - I believe the correct answer was,
- "What $75 million?" - What are you talking about?
I'm afraid the time for you playing stupid has expired.
Songshaw Holdings?
The venture capital firm that just wired ReduceQ $75 million this morning?
That's a lot of money to find out what the, uh, line is like at Panda Express.
We'd like to speak to our lawyer.
Oh, yeah? Well, you better find one that specializes in treason
because you sold proprietary Navy technology to our enemies.
- Hey, we didn't know. - No, you don't have to talk to them.
No, he's right. You don't.
But you should.
We may be the last chance for you to see your girlfriend alive.
They wanted us to design affordable drone technology
for developing countries to help with everything
from farming to environmental management,
but they kept asking us to modify our design specs.
Eventually, it became clear they were trying to appropriate
our technology for military application.
So, what did you do?
We said no and they kidnapped his girlfriend.
So let me get this right. You handed over Navy secrets,
and they handed over $75 million but decided to keep your girlfriend?
But they said that they would release her
once they verified the technology.
They also told you they were gonna use the technology to help farmers.
SAM: Where'd you send it?
We didn't.
It was over two terabytes.
They were probably scared we were gonna track it.
- We dropped it off in person. - When?
About 20 minutes before you got here,
I handed it over to a guy on the Venice boardwalk.
What did he look like?
Asian teenager.
Kid was on a freaking skateboard.
Callen.
I'm gonna need you to give Miss Jones the exact location of the handoff.
Kensi and Deeks just found a van that matches the kidnappers' at a house.
- Did they find Robin? - Not yet.
Hey. We can't tell if there's anybody inside,
but based on kidnapping footage, there should be at least three.
What are the chances this place is booby-trapped like the last one?
There were no cars at the warehouse and nobody called us from here.
I don't think they're expecting us.
We still need to be extra careful.
Let's do it.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
We got a runner.
[GRUNTS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[DEEKS GROANS]
What?
He look like a Chinese criminal to you?
Not even close.
I know what you're thinking.
But that was not risky behavior.
I was about to jump out of the way.
What? I got cat-like reflexes.
You're looking at the jungle cat.
Shut up.
Clear.
- Clear. - Clear.
Now they got us doing it.
HETTY [OVER PHONE]: What's the word, Mr. Callen?
We had to take out three shooters, most likely the kidnappers.
And Robin?
She was here. She's gone now.
- Where do you think they took her? - They let her go.
CALLEN: Why do you think that, Nell?
Because I'm looking right at her.
You'll all be safer here until we figure out exactly what's going on.
Can we get you something to eat or drink?
- No, thanks. - Could you come with me?
He's just gonna ask her some questions about what happened.
- I'm fine now, Will. - Okay.
- Coffee? - Yeah. Please.
OFFICER 1: Roger that. P.C.'s clearing that right now.
OFFICER 2 [OVER RADIO]: Copy that.
DEEKS: You, uh, find anything?
Nothing suggests any of these guys were linked
to Songshaw Holdings or mainland China.
HETTY [OVER PHONE]: What about Garrett's drone technology?
Nothing yet. Balsam said he handed it to an Asian teen,
but we didn't find anybody here fitting that description.
We've been scanning beach cams,
but so far, we haven't found anything either.
Your dead guys, however, are a wealth of criminal information.
Everyone has a rap sheet, covering everything
from B and E's to extortion.
Unfortunately, I can't find anything that links them to Garrett or the Chinese.
KENSI [OVER PHONE]: All right. Thanks.
Maybe Nell's found something on Garrett's servers that will.
Where are we, Miss Jones?
Well, there's a lot of data here and it's all partitioned
in increasing levels of security,
some of which is proving difficult to breach.
- So... - We've connected all our computers
into a Beowulf cluster.
Once you plug in, you'll be slave to the master.
So to speak.
That sounds great.
Who are these guys?
Uh, Bryce and Fletcher. They work here.
- I'm Bryce. He's Fletcher. - Fletcher.
Sorry. Got them mixed up.
Civilians.
Well, keep looking.
Everyone slips up sooner or later.
I'm on it.
[BRYCE SNIFFS]
I felt something like a bee sting my back.
The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor of the van.
My hands were tied and they had blindfolded me.
I thought they were gonna rape and kill me.
Oh, come on. Does she have to do this right now?
The longer we wait, the less likely we'll recover the technology.
Trust me, you wouldn't want to.
ROBIN: I thought I was gonna die. - Why's that?
I embedded a worm in one of the programs.
It will remain dormant for 36 hours,
after which, you need to initiate its disable code
or it'll cannibalize everything.
You're just full of surprises.
I envisioned where I wanted to be and I just prayed on it.
Where was that?
With Will. Imagine my surprise
when they dropped me off a block away from his office.
They just let you go?
I ran as fast as I could and here I am.
That's a rough day.
It's all okay in the end.
That's what I tell myself to get through the hard times.
Are we gonna be okay?
We're gonna do everything we can.
So did you get a good look at these guys?
They always wore masks or kept me blindfolded,
so I never really saw their faces.
Did they have any sort of an accent? Did they smoke?
Did you hear any names, nicknames, anything?
I think one of them was Mick or Nick.
They tended to whisper around me.
We might not have to worry about losing our drone technology.
- Why is that? - Garrett built in a virus.
He what?
He built in a virus.
It was to protect you.
What if they had found it?
Well, obviously, they didn't, or you might not be here.
But what happens when they do?
I mean, they paid $75 million for that technology.
We'll never be safe now.
As long as you're here, you're safe.
Be right back.
I was only trying to protect her.
She's just upset.
Yeah, but she's right. They're gonna want their money back.
Did you tell Robin the deal was for $75 million?
Yeah. She knew.
We were gonna take an extended vacation once it was put to bed.
You can go back in with her.
Thanks.
Robin, are you okay? I'm sorry...
CALLEN: Kens. KENSl: What's up?
I need you two to switch gears.
Find out everything you can on Robin Henson.
KENSl: On it.
Robin. Of course.
Okay.
There it is.
Would you like an espresso?
I make it from scratch.
I'm okay. Thank you.
Do you like kombucha? It's better than caffeine.
Sometimes.
Eric. What are you doing here?
Hetty thought you could use another set of hands, from a professional.
Eric Beale. Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
Oh, my God.
Are you two partners?
NELL: Not really. - Yes.
- Sometimes. ERIC: Sort of.
- It's classified. - So where's your gun?
No, no, he doesn't need one.
That's right.
I could kill you with my pen.
[PEN CLICKS]
[PEN CONTINUES CLICKING]
What you got?
Not much.
Robin...
- I had to. - She looks more angry than upset.
- No, you didn't. CALLEN: What have you got, Kens?
We originally identified Robin from her California driver's license.
Once we linked her to Garrett, we didn't look any further.
Not that it would've mattered, Robin is completely backstopped.
Problem is, so is Kim Harris, and before that, Kate Miller.
She got a police record that goes back 11 years
links her to two of the guys we shot at the house.
She's been running a long con on Garrett.
KENSl: To the tune of $75 million. - Thanks, guys.
- You're welcome. - Yup.
She knew Garrett was running a software start-up
and he was an expert in naval drone technology.
Perfect cover and an easy target.
No wonder she's angry.
By trying to save her, he screwed her with the Chinese.
CALLEN: I'm surprised she hasn't asked to leave.
- She gotta be getting a little antsy. - I can't help you.
It's gonna be fine, I already...
So, what's next?
Jail.
What?
No, I refused to sell them the technology.
I only handed it over after they kidnapped Robin
- and I sabotaged it. - We know that.
You're not going to jail.
- She is. - No.
- Robin? - Or Kim Harris, Kate Miller.
She's a con artist with a long criminal record.
Targeted you, got close to you, she earned your trust.
- No. - Tell him.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You introduced him to Songshaw Holdings.
No, that wasn't Robin's deal.
- That was Oscar's deal. - Don't say anything else.
I want a lawyer.
[SCOFFS]
She and Oscar were working together.
She worked the bedroom while Oscar worked the boardroom.
Now the only thing standing between Oscar
and getting away with $75 million...
Is Nell.
[CELL PHONE BUZZES]
Hmm.
- Hello? - Nell, you still at Garrett's office?
Yeah, I'm with Eric.
Hey, listen, is Oscar Balsam still there?
Uh...
Yes. It looks like he's getting ready to leave.
- Do not let him leave, understand? - Got it.
Excuse me, Mr. Balsam, uh, Special Agents Callen and Hanna
are on their way back to ask you few questions.
- I'm running out for a few minutes. - Okay, they asked if you'd stay here.
OSCAR: I'll be back. - I can't let you leave.
- Well, you can't stop me. - Yes, I can.
Dude, you got to listen to her.
[OSCAR SIGHS]
Fine, but this is ridiculous.
Fair enough.
[GRUNTS]
- Nell. NELL: I'm okay. I'm all right.
I'll call Callen.
NELL: Hey, stop!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Put the bag down.
Turn around. Keep your hands up.
- Well done. - Thanks.
We'll have to let you out a little more often.
ERIC: Nice work, partner.
She's my partner.
- Good? - Yeah.
- Nice work. - It's good.
[ERIC SIGHS]
KENSl: Hey, girl.
- Heard you got some moves. - Good, yo.
- Well done, Miss Jones, Mr. Beale. - Thank you.
We should probably have an operational debriefing.
No reason why we couldn't do that over a cold beer or two.
- Sam? - Yes, please.
- Grab our stuff? NELL: Yeah, okay.
Hetty, you in?
Oh, sounds great.
Give me some sugar.
KENSl: Heh. - What? No?
- Key for your motorcycle. - Ugh.
You can donate your organs after you finish working for us.
Listen, I understand there's a rule,
but I just got her, and she's so beautiful.
And you don't care.
I hope you're all very happy about this.
And just for the record, ahem,
this sucks.
Noted, Mr. Deeks.
Duly noted. Ripped By mstoll