NCIS: Los Angeles

You totally committed.

That barrel was sick!

Yeah, too bad I didn't see

that closeout section in front of me.

El Niño giveth, and El Niño taketh.

Hey, do you want to go grab a pressed juice or something?

I'm sorry. I'm sure you have plans.

What's wrong?!

Whoa!

Whoa! Hey!

Watch it! Hey!

Please, you got to help me.

No, no, no, no. No, no, no.

Wait! Please...

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Give me that shot!

J.J. Reddick!

Just a girl making it rain.

Treys all day! Threes from overseas!

You know you're down ten, right?

Next time we score, we win.

Yeah, but we play better under pressure, right, baby?

Yeah, right. - Come on, baby. Ball in.

Is this your first time playing?

- Is it your first time? - I don't know.

Come on, baby. Considering my shots!

Oh!

Two in the paint!

We rollin' now.

That's what we do. We shoot,

we score, we win, and we take home the trophy.

No, no. You lose,

you sulk, carry our trophy home,

and you buy us lunch.

Ball in.

You know you're supposed to say "ball in,"

and then you throw the ball.

My bad. My bad. You gonna give-and-go on me?

Oh!

Hoist it up, my man! No, no!

Oh! That's the game! Oh!

Oh! Nice assist, partner.

Guys, best two games out of three.

It's your self-esteem.

No, because we have exposed your weaknesses.

We're ready. We'll make this quick.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Two-on-two?

No one, uh, thought about asking me and the Nellster to play?

Oh, you and the Nellster, you guys been practicing?

No. Not-not really, but I did want to say

that last time we all played together,

I-I don't think I ever mentioned to you, but I was...

Eric, focus.

Spit it out.

You're needed up in ops.

Okay. Fair enough.

We should've had that game. I know.

We're staying home this weekend and practicing.

No, we're not. We have Kat's wedding.

Ugh, it's gonna be 250 guests.

It's gonna be terrible. It's gonna be great.

Three years on varsity, bitches.

What do you got, Nell?

Venice Beach, this morning.

Surveillance video.

Some nice sleds.

Aaron Kim spots these two guys, and rabbits.

Boy's got skills on that board.

Oh, did not see that coming.

Neither did he.

Or this.

Look at those moves.

Professional.

- Did they go after the girl? - Nope.

LAPD interviewed her.

She had just met Aaron this morning out in the water,

so she can't help us.

So who is Aaron Kim?

Why were we sent this?

Remember the counterfeit handbag king

from Christmas?

Mike Hobbs.

Dude also falsified documents to help North Korean spies

sneak into the U.S.

And made a list of those spies' names.

And a joint FBI/NCIS task force

has been running down all the names on... The Hobbs List.

Appropriate title. Hmm.

But because this murder was so public,

and in our own backyard,

SECNAV wants us running point now.

Everyone is accounted for on The Hobbs List,

- except for two names. - By accounted for,

he means either dead or in custody.

Aaron Kim was on that list, so now there's only one.

Exactly.

And this is the last name.

Hobbs created the identity of Han Choi

and brought him into the U.S.

But then the trail stopped cold on that name

once he cleared customs.

We know he's using an alias; we just don't know what it is.

The joint task force can't locate him either.

If we're pulling this case,

they believe Choi's in L.A.

Which leads to

surveillance video of Han Choi

in this Venice hardware store.

What do you mean? That's it?

That's all we got?

No footage of him coming or going.

But we did get

a clean image on the two men

who attacked Aaron Kim this morning.

Facial rec matched them to these fake passports they used

at a boarder checkpoint in Tijuana three days ago.

All right. Sam and I will go after them.

Kensi, Deeks, see if you can find Han Choi.

On it. Done.

Where's Granger?

The Assistant Director is en route to Jennifer Kim.

You remember her, right, G?

North Korean assassin that laid the smack-down on you.

They sent her here

to kill the agents on The Hobbs List.

So now they're sending someone to pick up where she left off.

Think she'll have any information that could help us?

Even is she does, would she help us?

That's what the assistant director

is going to find out.

Good luck, gentleman,

on locating the shooters.

Come on, let's go.

Guys, this has been a whirlwind courtship,

and really, I'm just thrilled

that the mighty FBI is taking the time

to show a humble private fitness trainer the world.

Do you ever stop talking?

It's called flirting.

There's just something about cheap nylon windbreakers

that really do it for me.

Ugh, you start screen-printing big yellow letters on them,

it's like catnip.

Meow.

We aren't getting rid of this one fast enough.

Getting rid of me? Oh.

Who am I gonna get to play with now?

Oh, joy.

Assistant Director.

Authorization release.

She's all yours.

This thing with you always showing up,

it's bordering on an obsession.

I hope you didn't come here thinking you could break me,

get me to start singing a different tune

than what I've been telling the FBI for weeks.

Give me your hands.

I'm not helping you.

I didn't expect that you would.

Let's go.

What makes you think I'm not gonna make a run for it?

You don't strike me as somebody who wants to get shot

in the back of the head.

We're scanning for additional camera feeds,

but the street up on your right

is the last one that the shooter's sedan was spotted on.

Got it, Eric. Thanks.

Where'd you go last night?

What makes you think I went anywhere?

Your right inner wrist.

Ah. Very good.

Think about becoming a detective or something.

I'm a natural. Mm-hmm.

The Whiskey.

The Whiskey on Sunset? Mm-hmm.

Rock club? The one and only.

All right, so you're sitting there on a random weeknight

in your furniture-less house...

I got furniture.

When something comes in a tiny box with a million screws

and becomes a complete bedroom set,

that's not furniture.

The Swedes do know how to pack a box.

Although, writing directions, not so much.

Okay, so you're sitting there on your disposable couch,

and you're thinking, "I'm a little out of touch

with the current state of rock and roll."

Anna wanted to go.

What?

She doesn't know anyone in L.A.,

and there's some thrash metal band she wanted to see.

Okay.

Couple things.

First of all, she knows people in L.A.

She knows Kensi. She knows Deeks.

She knows me.

She knows you. But only one of us

got the call.

That's right.

And second?