NCIS: Los Angeles

Detective Ellen Whiting, Internal Affairs.

I wish I could say this is the end of it, but I can't.

'Cause the truth is is I just don't know.

Out of the car now. Hey, whoa, whoa.

Hey! Stop!

Whiting tipped me off. They're trying to push for paid leave

for the officer that pulled me and my little sister over.

I should be able to drive my

little sister to school without being perceived as a threat.

I got a long list of "I should be able," too.

You start addressing your list, Detective,

I'll be addressing mine.

So, Rosa, this boy that's coming over to pick you up...

- Steven. I told you about him. - Steven.

Yeah, no, definitely. We're aware of his existence.

I'm just wondering if this is just, like, a boy,

it's not like a, like, it's not like a boyfriend,

right? Geez, Deeks, pry much?

What?

Right now, Steven's a boy

who's a friend, but

he's not a boyfriend. Okay,

but when you say "right now," like, are we

progressing towards something? I love this jacket.

But is it better than the blue one?

So much better. It's just a great jacket.

It's not even a choice. I love it, but my-my question is

why does it matter if it's not a date? Mm.

Okay, boomer. Why are adults so obsessed with labels?

Boomer. God, I wish I had that kind of

disposable income, but no,

sadly, we're Generation X. We are the middle children,

the MTV generation, the purveyors of the floppy disk,

and SunnyD. Okay,

chill out, latchkey kid.

First of all, it's perfectly fine to go to a movie

at midnight with a friend. Yeah. Ooh.

Thank you, Kensi.

Yeah, no, I-I definitely think it's okay. I'm just curious

- on what the said movie is? - An oldie.

10 Things I Hate About You.

Okay, first of all, no joke,

that is one of my favorite movies of all time.

I love it so much. Second of all, not an oldie.

- Yeah, who's the boomer now? - But that is

a rom-com, right? So dreamy.

So, dollars to donuts,

this kid, he thinks it's a date, Kens.

He thinks it's a date.

Oh... Uh, I-I'm not ready yet. Stall him.

Oh, yeah, I'll definitely stall him. Okay, yup. I'll take that.

I'm gonna run his license plate.

Deeks! I'm kidding.

I'm not kidding. Oh.

Little impatient little bugger, huh? You want to play hard ball?

I'll play hard ball with you. Ready?

Deeks. Hey, Whiting.

Sorry to bring this

to your door, but you know all those favors you owe me?

I'm calling them in.

All of them. Right now.

I got a text last night from an LAPD officer,

Sean Turner.

He was in trouble, wanted to meet off the record.

But when I got there,

he was dead.

Shot.

Before I could call it in, I was attacked.

By whom?

Couldn't say.

Male. Maybe six feet.

Wearing a mask, came at me from behind.

I got a few good hits in and escaped.

That still doesn't explain why you're here.

Or why I am, at this ungodly hour

on a Saturday.

Well, I may not have seen the guy,

but if I was a betting woman,

I'd say he was a cop.

Now you're starting to see why I interrupted your beauty sleep.

I ditched my car. Phone, too.

Wasn't sure if they could track it,

and I went straight to Deeks's.

I didn't know who else I could turn to.

This is not an accusation we can take lightly.

I'm assuming that you have some evidence to back this up.

Well, there's the fact that, immediately after I escaped,

they put out an APB on me

in connection to Turner's murder.

Only way they could get it out that fast

is if the whole thing was a setup.

Why would a fellow cop set you up?

I mean, I've never

won any LAPD popularity contests,

but... Huh.

Let's just say my numbers are polling

at an all-time low.

Certain groups were less than thrilled

that I tipped off Agent Rountree

about the investigation into his incident.

Yeah, color me curious.

Why did you do that? You know,

I never wanted to be a part of that mess in the first place.

As much as it pained me, the order came from high.

But then... I got pressured

to push Rountree harder to drop the complaint.

I mean, it was relentless.

I had to draw a line.

So, you think this was payback.

And you really believe they'd go to these lengths

over Rountree's investigation?

I mean, the blue wall of silence is a very real thing,

but there may be more to it.

When I started looking into Officer McNeil

after Rountree's incident,

I started hearing rumors about a crew of cops

that were running protection for a fentanyl ring.

I quietly asked around,

but I think my questions hit a little too close to home.

Best guess, they wanted to take me out

before I uncovered too much.

Make it look like an I.A. bust gone wrong.

How does Turner fit into all this?

I don't know yet,

but I don't know who I can trust at the LAPD.

I need your help to get to the bottom of this.

Prove I'm innocent.

I'll be the first to admit I don't always like her,

but I've learned not to doubt her intuition.

Deeks, that may be the nicest thing you've ever said about me.

Well, it's good to see that this near-death experience

hasn't rattled your trademark snark.

Fentanyl.

Deadly even in small doses,

almost impossible to trace if you mix it with other drugs.

And there has been an uptick of it on the streets lately.

And if cops are behind this...

All right,

I will contact DEA,

see if I can substantiate these rumors,

and, in the meantime, the team can

quietly

look into Detective Whiting's claims.

But be advised, Investigator Deeks,

you are on a short leash.

A very short leash.

Any idea why we're here on a weekend?

No. It wasn't a welcome call.

I was supposed to get brunch with Akhil at R publique.

Do you know how hard it is to get a reservation there?

Yeah, tell me about it.

I was supposed to be at the LAFC game today.

Oh, Tree, you sweet summer transplant.

Everybody knows that LAFC is just the flavor of the month.

Okay, Galaxy s the O.G. L.A. football club.

Wow, okay. I didn't realize you had

such strong opinions on soccer.

Comes from my dad.

He was a diehard Aboomoslem fan back in Mashhad.

He missed soccer so much here,

until MLS started up.

He's been a Galaxy season ticket holder ever since.

Well, I feel that, but nothing beats

the atmosphere at the Banc.

Doesn't beat the Lakers.

Have you been?

That's what I thought.

You are missing out, my friend.

So, in the next Tr fico, we're going.

Deal.

But only if my dad can come. Sure.

He's gonna have to rep the Galaxy at his own risk.

Hey, Sam. Hey.

You have any idea what's going on?

Unfortunately.

I just got off the phone with Kilbride. Follow me.

So, let me get this straight,

this woman defended the LAPD

when they pepper sprayed me and my little sister,

and we're supposed to just take her word for all this?

She did tip you off to McNeil's punishment.

Or lack thereof.

I don't give a damn that.

That doesn't tell us whose side she's really on.

We're not gonna take her word on anything.

Naval Station San Diego had several fentanyl overdoses

after a group of sailors returned from liberty in L.A.

Two sailors died.

We're gonna investigate this ourselves

and find the truth.

Well, Whiting was right about one thing,

LAPD didn't waste any time getting a warrant.

News picked it up.

We need to find out what led to Officer Turner's death,

and we can't tip off LAPD that we're looking into it.

Where do we start?

Kilbride's heading in now.

I'll meet up with Deeks on the way to the scene.

We got to get a better picture of Turner.

We'll never get our hands on his arrest reports