[PHONE BEEPS]
- Text Michelle. - Text Michelle what?
Not you. I have a new dictation app. It works like a charm.
Text Michelle.
FEMALE VOICE: I don't understand.
Clearly.
Text Michelle.
What do you want to say to Michelle?
Ah. Plumber's coming at 2.
"Blubber's in the canoe." Wow, that works really well.
- Do you want me to send it? - Yes.
- No. Give me that. - Message sent.
[SIREN CHIRPS]
Just what I wanted to avoid.
Not supposed to text and drive, Sam.
- Need to obey the law once in a while. - Yeah.
- Okay. - The hell?
That's FBI.
WOMAN: Agent Hanna.
Place both hands out of the window now.
- What? - Now.
Open the door with your right hand.
OFFICER: Agent Callen, remain in the car.
Keep your hands on the dash.
- What's this about? - Step out of the vehicle.
Place both hands behind your head.
I'm an armed federal agent. My badge is in my pocket.
- My gun is on the small of my back. - Walk backwards towards me.
Stop right there.
- What's this about? - On your knees.
Somebody want to tell me what the hell is going on?
Mr. Hanna,
I'm afraid we have to cooperate.
You're under arrest for murder.
Ripped By mstoll
- What is that? - Durian. King of fruit. So hot now.
- Since when is fruit hot? - Since the Garden of Eden.
Then it was an apple, but fruit has evolved.
This one might be more evolved than you.
Ha, ha. Açaí, goji, mangosteen...
But this is at another level completely.
This is a stimulant, a mood enhancer
and an aphrodisiac... What? - All rolled into one.
And then I put it in my morning smoothie. What's up?
I think you're gonna need a bigger knife.
HETTY: I understand, Madam Secretary,
but Sam Hanna is an agent of the highest order
and I have cooperated with you fully.
I need some answers.
WOMAN [OVER PHONE]: We are working on it.
HETTY: Make haste, Madam Secretary.
Did she give you any indication what this was about?
No. And she's not going to, Agent Callen.
Agent Hanna's case is running through DOJ.
We can't interfere in any way. And FBI's not allowing visitors.
- Sir, what's going on? - Sam was arrested.
- For what? - I'm not gonna sit and do nothing.
That's exactly what you're going to do.
You've been restricted from field duty.
Gonna need your badge.
I'll inform Michelle.
[WHISTLES]
- Case on deck. DEEKS: You gotta be kidding.
- What is he charged with? - Murder.
- What? - There is a case on deck.
Please report to Ops.
As ordered.
Lance Corporal Kevin Bronner.
Found dead in his office at Bremerton Naval Base.
DEEKS: Bremerton? In Washington? Why are we even looking into this?
Is that a murder weapon? This looks like a suicide.
- Hetty. - Miss Jones.
- Assistant Director Granger? - He's left the building.
He's making a right on Lincoln.
- Activate isolation protocol. - Yes, ma'am.
Okay. Thank you.
Let's go. Quickly.
Commencing shadow mode.
- I always wanted to say that. DEEKS: Wait. What's going on?
It's called protecting our assets.
- Ops is now secure. - Let's get to work.
Here's what we know.
Sam has been arrested for the murder of Leyla Walden, 46.
She was found dead three days ago in her Van Nuys apartment.
- Who is she? - We've been running her name.
So far, no connection to NCIS or Sam.
And we're still in the dark about what the FBI has.
NELL: She worked at a real-estate agency for the past six months.
Before that, various jobs as a bookkeeper.
Okay, maybe she was helping Sam find a place.
- Or doing his books. - Sam keeps his valuables
in a fireproof safe under his floor. He's not moving.
And he's not letting a stranger handle his finances.
Well, that's assuming she's a stranger. Right?
- What are you saying? - Well, I'm saying
there's gotta be a connection and you can't know all of Sam's friends.
- You know all of Kensi's friends? - Yeah, because I'm the only one.
- Thank you for that. - I know my partner.
Okay, then you know where he was when this woman was murdered.
- Now he needs an alibi, huh? - I'm not attacking his character.
I'm just saying we have to think like the FBI.
Mr. Hanna was working for us
on an old case that needed revisiting.
He was undercover with an alias. There was no agent covering him.
- So he has no alibi. - Exactly.
- Start with the crime scene. - And you?
Me? I'm confined to my desk.
Who knew that crime-scene sanitation had such snazzy outfits?
- Maybe consider a career change. - And this vacuum is awesome.
Ooh. Keep that thing away from me, Ghostbuster.
I'm not wearing any clothes underneath here.
It's all yours. Hey. Watch where you point that thing.
- Sorry. - Thank you.
Ow. Deeks, stop.
No sign of forced entry.
Probably knew the attacker. Let him in voluntarily.
You see any blood?
No.
- No signs of a struggle, either. - I see quinoa and lentil.
- Kidney beans. - Proteins.
- Sounds like a vegetarian to me. - Oh!
Check it out, huh? A durian. So hot right now.
I got my finger on the pulse of hip fruit or what?
KENSI: Hmm.
Wonder why a vegetarian has a bowl full of mints
from Canter's Deli.
They also have a calendar from Canter's Deli.
That's a little odd.
A sandwich for every month? Carnivore's dream.
What is a vegan doing at the home of the world's best pastrami sandwich?
That's a damn good question.
We need to see if Hanna's prints are at the crime scene.
- I'm pushing the lab for the results. - Good.
- Why don't you leave it in park? - Who the hell are you?
This is Agent Callen, Sam Hanna's partner.
You must be Assistant U.S. Attorney Sullivan.
- Get out of the car. - Tell me everything on Hanna.
Do not make me pull out my gun.
- If you did, I'd just take it from you. - You're never gonna get my gun.
Look, I don't think you understand the consequences of your actions.
You arrested a federal agent who's done more for this country
than any man I know. Now, answer my question.
Okay. Okay, I'll make it easy for you.
Lab report. Sam Hanna's DNA was found on the victim.
- Type faster. - Callen, hacking is like sex.
You've got to get to know all the aspects of the server,
- her secrets, her fears. - If you believe that hacking
is like sex, Mr. Beale, then we need to have a very long talk.
- Type faster. - Lab report said that DNA
from skin cells found at the scene matched Sam's.
ERIC: I'm in.
NELL: FBI's case report says a Navy watch cap
was found under Leyla's body with Sam's DNA on it.
ERIC: What'd they match the DNA to? - The FBI shouldn't have access
- to his armed-forces DNA sample. - Might've obtained it illegally.
The sample could've been switched.
Compare the DNA to Sam's NCIS sample.
It says cause of death was a broken neck.
And the FBI pulled footage from the apartment surveillance cameras.
- Run it, please. NELL: Here it comes.
Fast-forward to where he exits.
Uh-huh.
ERIC: It looks just like Sam.
NELL: No cap. He left it.
He's turning his face away to avoid the camera.
NELL: Once the suspect left the building,
FBI found no trace of him on any cameras in the surrounding area.
- To escape and evade like that is... - Not easy.
To snap a neck like that...
Takes a pro.
Okay. On the left is the DNA from the crime scene.
On the right is the sample that Sam gave Hetty.
It's a perfect match.
So you a corned beef or pastrami girl?
- Eh, both, actually. Lots of mayo. - No.
No, see, that's blasphemous. It's mustard, rye, that's it.
- Why? Why would...? - I can't talk to you.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
It's a sandwich. I can have it however I want.
No, it's a religious experience.
People think that being Jewish is about the Torah.
They're wrong. It's about the pastrami.
- You're an expert on Judaism now? - I've had intimate Jewish relationships.
- I've learned some things. - Six-thousand years of religion
- and you've learned what? - No mayo.
- Mustard, rye, good pickle. - I know a good pickle.
- I'm sure you do, honey. Two? - No, actually.
Federal agents. I'm Agent Blye, and this is Detective...
Shapiro. Detective Shapiro. I converted.
You recognize her?
- I've seen her. - Was she with anybody?
Not that I remember.
- You sure? ERIC [OVER COMM]: Hey, guys.
Yeah, go for Shapiro.
I'm sending you a still from Canter's parking security cams.
Leyla was always there with a very formidable man.
Wow. And that is a formidable toupee.
Come on. You can't forget a guy who lives with a cat on his head.
Edna, Bubbie.
Ray Turner. I think he likes me. He's a good guy.
- Excuse me. - You get that, guys?
- Right this way. NELL [OVER COMM]: Searching.
And found him. Okay, Ray Turner.
He's a former Navy SEAL whose self-made mission
is to track down and expose Navy SEAL imposters
and catch it all on camera.
I've got contacts throughout the Navy SEAL community.
So all you frauds, cheats, phonies, liars:
- I'm coming for you. - Think Turner was looking into Sam?
What does it matter? Sam's the real deal.
Mm, because of his NCIS cover, a lot of Sam's records have been redacted.
Might have led Turner to think Sam was hiding something.
- Where's Callen? - He's at Sam's arraignment.
DEEKS: Got an address for Turner? - On your phones.
- Thank you. - Yep.
SULLIVAN: Susan's going to the kid's play tonight, so...
You can stay late and we can go over the case.
Yeah.
- Aah! CALLEN: So sorry about that.
You have gotta be kidding me.
Missed you at the arraignment today.
Oh, that's right. There... There wasn't one.
The government couldn't find Agent Hanna.
Federal jail system's complicated.
- Agent Hanna's just missing? - You must want to be arrested.
For what? Trying to augment my government salary
with a little honest work at a fine restaurant?
On the other hand, denying an American citizen of due process...
You are the lawyer, but it sounds to me like that's breaking the law.
Calm down. Agent Hanna isn't getting bailed out anyway.
- He's a flight risk. - Sam Hanna's a flight risk?
Oh, I get it.
You lose him in the system long enough to build a case against bail.
Well done.
Which lifer over at DOJ taught you that trick, huh?
Just because your partner is a federal agent
doesn't mean he can get away with murder.
- He did this. - A federal agent's a pretty big trophy.
Could be your O.J. Case, huh?
You have got five seconds to get out of my face
before I arrest you for interfering with a federal investigation.
If you want to arrest me, you're gonna have to shoot me.
By the way, I, uh... I recommend the lobster.
He took my gun. Son of a bitch.
GRANGER: I already got this covered, Agent Callen.
- What are you doing here? - Waiting for you to catch up.
Let's step outside. Bring you up to speed on Agent Gordon.
So the Canter's security tape showed a gray GMC truck.
I don't see it.
[DOOR BELL RINGS]
Maybe he's not home.
Well, let's check out the back.
Wow.
That is a lot of MP5s up there.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I could have just picked the lock.
Yeah, and miss this opportunity to impress you?
- You are part orangutan. - You're looking at my butt, aren't you?
- See, you're looking at my butt. - Actually, I was spotting you
in case you fell, but, for that, now I'm not.
That's all right. Just looking at you, butt.
I don't blame her. It's a good butt.
Uh, this guy's got a whole arsenal in here.
Kens? Bubala?
All right, I'm going in. Unh!
Wow.
Little mousey took the cheese.
- Put your weapon on the floor. - Okay.
I'm L.A.P.D. Working on a federal investigation.
I know who you are. As far as I'm concerned,
you're a thief breaking into my house.
- I got the right to shoot you. - If you shoot me in the back,
- that's murder. - Turn around.
- Why would I do that? - Hey. Where are you going?
- Cut it... Quit moving. - I'm not going anywhere.
Don't shoot me in the back, because that's murder. Don't do that.
What in the world is wrong with you?
Well, that is the eternal question, isn't it?
If you know who I am, it's because Edna,
who has a crush on you, by the way, tipped you off.
She has a crush on me? Did she say that?
- Why else would she warn you? - Mutual distrust of the government.
No, she's got a crush on you. Put the gun on the floor.
- Put it down. - Hands behind your back.
Nice and easy.
I know how to dissolve bodies with sodium hydroxide.
I could have shot you in the back, and nobody'd ever know.
Wow, Ray, you just became a person of interest.
Yeah, we should probably go talk about that.
[JOINTS POPPING]
Could you? Could you stop, please?
Gets the oxygen flowing.
Adequate oxygen delivery is crucial
- in a confinement scenario. - You think this is confinement?
A ventilated room with a salty sea breeze.
What, do you want a bunker? Huh? Maybe a dungeon?
I'll take whatever you throw at me.
I'd just like to have a chat.
I'd rather bury myself alive.
- Seems a little excessive. - I don't talk to people I don't trust.
And I don't trust anyone in law enforcement.
- Nothing personal. - You're a Navy SEAL.
We are the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
- Kind of puts us on your side. - Yet you took me against my will
from my place of residence.
It's more like a fortress.
Who do you think's coming for you?
KENSI: You got a lot of enemies, Turner?
I mean, those frauds that you out on your website,
they can't take that lightly.
I'm not worried about those guys.
If those idiots have one thing in common,
it's they're all a bunch of cowards.
- Then why go after them at all? - Because they're fakes.
Wannabes that aren't qualified to shine the shoes
of an authentic SEAL.
Who sabotaged our enemies in 'Nam? SEALs.
Who was the first into Baghdad? SEALs.
- Who killed Osama bin Laden? - Otters?
Majority of SEAL missions are covert.
Highly classified. No one knows about them.
The real deal doesn't do it for praise or recognition.
Mm-hm. They do it for the ladies.
Speaking of the ladies, how do you know Leyla?
- Never seen her before. DEEKS: Really? That's interesting.
Then, uh, how do you explain this?
- Must be someone else. KENSI: Come on.
We know you were meeting her every Tuesday for the last six weeks.
Edna tell you that?
- She might be a little jealous. - Of Leyla?
Really?
Oh, you're good. Very convincing. But no dice.
- I'm prepared to stay here all night. - Kind of sounds like you want to.
Endured 36 hours of waterboarding.
Thirty-six hours? Now who's embellishing?
- Self-induced. - Okay.
Leyla's dead. Did we mention that?
Murdered.
[SIGHS]
Now you want to tell us why you met with her?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Who is it? CALLEN: Housekeeping.
- This guy doesn't give up. - I know who you're with in there.
- Ugh. - Damn it.
CALLEN: Would you like me to break down the door,
or you want to just let me in?
Okay, here I come.
SULLIVAN: Damn, where's the car? GORDON: My shoe.
SULLIVAN: Forget it.
Wonder how the wife's gonna feel about this.
Or, better yet, the director of the bureau.
Federal prosecutor in bed with one of his agents.
Literally.
- Do you think he did it? - I don't know.
- Guy's a kook. - Till we know why he met with Leyla,
- we don't have a... - Granger.
- I was gonna say motive... - Give it a rest.
I made my public declaration.
- So this was all for show? - Yeah, it's called...
- Protecting your assets. - Sam.
They bailed you out.
It's amazing how fast it happened once they were motivated.
- Turner still not talking? DEEKS: He's a durian.
And, by that, he means prickly, self-protective, and hard to crack.
- I'll have a go at him. - Let's do it.
No, no, no. Better I talk to him, SEAL to SEAL.
Okay.
Sam Hanna, NCIS, Navy SEAL.
Nice. Did you get that on eBay?
Look, I know Don Shipley.
He does what you do, outs fake SEALs, but I never heard of you.
I never heard of you.
Let's just assume we're on the same side.
I'm a fellow SEAL and this morning I was arrested
- for a crime I didn't commit. - Join the club.
For the murder of a woman I've never met.
Leyla.
And yet DNA evidence puts me at her apartment,
- a place I've never been. - Why you telling me this?
Because I can tell you respect honesty.
You knew Leyla.
You're the only one who can speak on her behalf.
I gotta talk to some of my contacts,
make sure you check out.
I understand.
You're free to go.
Let's follow him. See where he goes.
Think that's his boat?
Let's find out.
It's his.
SEALs always say, "The only easy day was yesterday."
[PHONE BEEPING]
It's a video call from Turner.
Ha, ha. I knew you were trailing me the whole time.
- Well, you're a slippery SEAL. - You could've walked around.
Where's the fun in that?
That toupee act as a flotation device for you?
It's not a toupee. Why does everybody always say that?
I just have thick hair.
Oh, boy.
CALLEN: What do you think he's telling her?
He didn't trust us, he's not gonna trust the FBI.
Found the trigger.
Cell phone. So it was close.
Close enough to think that Turner was still on the boat.
Thanks, Salazar.
They could've been anywhere around here.
Sorry about before. I made some calls.
Gonna pull back the curtain, let you work with me on this.
- Work with you? - Sam checks out now?
Oh, more than checks out. Word out of Dam Neck
is Sam Hanna is who SEALs want to be when they grow up.
See? Always liked this guy.
- Now, let's start with... - Yeah, whoa. One second.
Is he all right?
Oh.
Yeah.
Not with the top-secret stuff.
Of course.
So why were you meeting with Leyla?
Leyla's just the tip of the iceberg, my friend.
I was looking into a guy named Jeremy North.
Former SEAL, owns a fancy self-defense school.
He was about to get into private security big-time.
Only he's not a real SEAL.
You've got potential.
Leyla was his bookkeeper. That's why I was meeting with her.
We don't have any record of him working with her.
She worked off the books. She knew everything about North.
- So North killed her? - Yeah.
North had raised 7 million bucks
to start his own little Blackwater company.
He was about to lose the whole thing.
Not to mention go to prison. Eric, can you?
ERIC [OVER COMM]: Look into Jeremy North? Already on it.
So let me get this straight. North killed Leyla
because she was about to out him as a fake Navy SEAL?
Mm-hm.
It's the same thing he was about to do to you.
Fellas, a lot of people fear me.
ERIC: Guys? CALLEN: What is it?
You need to see this.
You're not gonna believe it.
You're a lucky man, Agent Hanna.
Most people never come face-to-face with their doppelganger.
Meet Jeremy North, also known as...
- Lee Stevens. - You know him?
He was a Marine when I was an instructor down in Coronado.
The other instructors made fun of us because we looked so much alike.
That was a long time ago. You haven't seen him since?
- Sam? - Agent Hanna?
No. No, I haven't seen him.
ERIC: Stevens, a.k.a. North,
has a dishonorable discharge,
a criminal record for fraud and identity theft.
His partners at the school are also claiming to be ex-FBI, ex-CIA.
They tried to get cash from an escrow account this morning,
- but the bank denied it. - They couldn't kill Turner.
- Now they're on the run. - Mm-hm.
SAM: They need cash.
NELL: We have an address for the school and an office
under Stevens's real name.
They're not at the school. We should hit the office.
It's our best shot. Let's not waste time.
I'm not telling anybody how to do their job.
Yes. You are.
Just a little bit.
I can help you out with that. Change your life.
- I'm good. - We'll take the office.
- Kensi, Deeks, check the school. - On it.
Agent Callen?
So this is personal now.
- You need to watch your partner. - Sam is not gonna...
For his sake.
Wow. Stevens is doing all right for himself, huh?
Yeah, a place like this costs a lot of dough.
- Pamphlet. WOMAN: Hey.
You guys here for Self-Defense 101?
- Yes. I am. - I'm not.
I'm actually here for the Navy SEAL hand-to-hand combat class.
Oh. Navy SEAL hand-to-hand. Well, you know,
- that's a pretty advanced course. - Well, I've got some experience.
I'd like to see you in action.
Uh... Yeah, no, Jeremy North... He's a real former Navy SEAL?
Oh, yeah, he's the real deal. He's not here today,
- but you'll meet him. - Great.
All right. Why don't I get your paperwork together for you?
You can fill it out while you watch the class.
And you, I'll come back for you.
- Show you around. - All right.
KENSI: Perfect. Thank you. DEEKS: Show me a round.
Got a cougar on the hunt there.
- And you are a chew toy. - Mm-hm.
- I'm feeling naked and vulnerable. - It's for the case.
Okay, I'll find out what I can. But I'm definitely not gonna...
This is for Sam. You're gonna do whatever you have to do
- to get the information. - You think I'm easy? Don't answer.
- Here's your paperwork. KENSI: Thank you. Perfect.
- So you guys together? - Cousins.
- Actually we're cousins. - From Kentucky.
We came together. But we're cousins.
Actually, you know what? He's single. Newly single.
- Yup. - So sad. Have fun, cos.
- Hi. Hi. - Hi. I'm Heidi.
- Heidi. How you doing? - Yeah. Good. You?
- Good. Things are well. - Great. Why don't I show you around?
You know, that SEALs class can get pretty rough.
- You make it sound scary. - Heh.
- Some people like it rough. - Oh, ho.
This is happening.
G. And I will go check it out.
- You stay in the car, stand watch. - Got it.
Look, I know this might get hairy.
So if something happens, I just want to say,
we make a great team.
- Right back at you. - All right.
Federal agents! Put your hands on your head. Don't move.
Show us your hands!
That's one of Stevens's guys.
He's destroying evidence.
Two to go. Plus Stevens.
Blank California driver's licenses.
Blank passports. U.S. And Canada.
It's an identity-theft factory.
Which is gonna make their getaway very easy.
Whoa.
I knew this guy was an imposter. I had no idea it went this far.
Well, we know where he gets his information
for all those blank IDs.
"Timothy Reed, 2003.
Hugh Graham, 2004."
"Sam Hanna, 2002."
I still remember when this disappeared from my locker.
This guy's been collecting identities for years.
SAM: So why not DNA? - That's more valuable.
He knew how much you looked like him.
So he stole your watch cap.
As a get-out-of-jail-free card.
I got to hand it to this guy. He knows how to plan ahead.
All right, let me show you where we keep the Muscle Milk.
[CHUCKLES THEN GROWLS]
Unh.
This part of the VIP tour? Hi. That's happening.
Maybe we should... Maybe we should...
- Maybe we should talk for a second. - Oh, yeah?
Yeah, let's talk, detective.
- Sorry, what? - You don't remember me?
Because I sure remember you.
Few years ago. Drug bust.
- I was a working girl back then. - Oh.
- Did I arrest you? - No.
You told me I was too good to be doing this.
- Gave me 50 bucks. - Whoo. Always a charmer.
You were right. And look at me now.
I'm working a legit job.
Yeah, about that, um...
Are you and Jeremy close?
That's why you're here?
His real name is Lee Stevens. He's a con man wanted for murder.
Oh.
Yeah. Ahem.
[CHUCKLES]
I knew this was too good to be true.
He wanted me to do marketing for his new security company.
Thought I finally got lucky.
I'm sorry.
Have? Have you talked to him today?
Yeah, he called this morning.
He wanted me to bring him 50 grand from the safe.
I told him I didn't want to carry that kind of cash around, he should get it.
You still got that number in your phone?
Yeah, but it wasn't his cell. It was a different number. Um...
Here it is.
Wanna help us catch him?
All you gotta do is call him, tell him you'll bring the money.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Okay.
Kensi, you got eyes on any of Stevens's men?
No, not yet.
Give him a call, Heidi.
- Hey. Hey, I'm here. STEVENS: You alone?
Yeah, why? What's going on?
There's a red laser on your chest.
- Don't move in. He'll kill her. - Copy that.
CALLEN: I've got one of Stevens' men
by the fountain, black baseball cap.
Guys, the laser's coming from the second floor of the civic center.
What the hell are you doing?
STEVENS: You see David walking towards you?
Yeah.
- Yeah, we got him. - Just give him the bag
and don't move until I tell you, baby.
Just do what he says, Heidi.
I stick my neck out for you and this is what you do?
STEVENS: Stay right where you are.
Don't move in till he takes that laser off her.
SAM: He's not gonna take it off her till his guy's clear.
He's getting into his car. We're gonna lose him.
- He's about to pull out. - I'm not letting him get away.
Sam. Sam, don't.
Take them now!
[GUNSHOT]
- Sam! WOMAN: Aah!
Federal agents! Hands where we can see them.
CALLEN: Sam, you okay?
- Sam? - I'm going for the shooter.
[GRUNTING]
Federal agent. You're under arrest.
Federal agent, Lee.
Long time, no see.
Sam Hanna.
You big and bad with your badge now, huh?
My badge? You want to give all the credit to my badge?
You killed an innocent woman.
Framed me.
Used my name,
used my reputation.
Tried to send me to jail.
- What you doing? - Let's have at it.
Come on, Navy SEAL.
Let's see what you got.
No guns. No badge.
Me and you.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
That was luck. I don't want to beat you too fast.
Come on, SEAL.
Let's go at it again.
See what you got.
I didn't even have to make a fist.
What's wrong? You scared?
Let me help you out. Let me help you out.
Come on. Take it.
Take it.
Gotta have a deadly weapon so I can beat you to death.
Lee.
When I stop playing with you,
things are gonna get brutal.
It's your last shot.
Come on, tough guy.
Ready for your beating? Or you want some more humiliation?
- Come on, Sam. Come on. - Come on what?
You're a Navy SEAL, right?
- Come on, man, I never said that. - Oh, you're lying to me.
You just made your beating worse.
- I'm so... - Are you crying?
- Is this a Navy SEAL crying? - I'm not a SEAL, man.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me.
- Don't... - Tell me that again.
I'm not a SEAL, man. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- He crying? - Can you believe it?
You have the right to remain silent.
- I'm sorry, man. - Lee, I can't read you your rights
if you don't stop crying.
Stop it. I'm serious.
[SOBBING]
I'm really gonna hurt you.
Don't hurt me.
Put your hands behind your back. Put your hands behind your back.
Lay down. Lay down.
I'm sorry. I'm not a SEAL.
TURNER: They're all the same in the end.
Pathetic.
Can't take all the credit on this.
I had solid backup, covert operatives.
Backup? That's what he's calling us? When we're the ones...
- Let him have it, G. - We all know who the real hero is.
You mean that rug rat on the top of his head?
KENSI: Think that's made of mink? - Well, I hope it had its shots.
Think he lets it run on a hamster wheel at night?
- Wonder what he feeds it. HETTY: I once had an entire family
of them living under my house.
Oh! Eureka! Oh, I got it. Now I got it.
- What's that smell? - Deeks, what the hell is that?
- Like sour milk... - Heard of pineapple.
That smells like behind-apple.
This is probably why it's banned in some countries.
- I'm out. - Yeah, me too.
Granger, wanna join us for a drink?
- Definitely. - Mr. Deeks, get rid of that repulsive,
smelly thing or this building really will need to be condemned.
To the burn room, Mr. Deeks.
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